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Oh, The Bronx in the rain: Slick city stones'         somber gloom Oh late afternoon so overcast with blues,      Navy : leaves in tinsil sheen,      Midnight : music and Sapphires  Where jazz becomes a dancing shadow beneath light post misty gold. ... Outside the bricks are just bricks but down there lo lovers' tight embrace in the fallow light showers catching all eyes keen to their PDA (Public displays of affection) as well as mine wide Attention Peliculas and tall stories From a brown stone perch while traffic whirls            sleep now hurries the city is slow as thunder rolls loud as blacktop oil slick roads heavy as gutter water to asphalt bones This towns historic Time stands still In lovers hallmark corners shack All wet in the gills, fish kisses taught kids how honey smacks now that the audience is frozen With anticipation, binocular eyes                           snapshot a Banksy / Monet meadows of raindrop brush strokes chaos maelstrom Wet dreams rivulet All the while I am Dry inside Dying here! At a pause / intently / intensely watching                neighbors in hooded moods. This reminds me how it must of felt / now in this commotion by mere emotions so reminiscent of the weeping and pain wordless script scene not heard inside I'm still dry and                             dwelling... In need or is it wish beginning to purr? Still, in this stone dwelling I am dry inside          Trying to hide not                          looking down on those love birds, A misty glow                and oh suddenly how I drown when the two finally kiss... drowning                                without. EMPATHY.
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
EMPATHY
Oh, The Bronx in the rain: Slick city stones'         somber gloom Oh late afternoon so overcast with blues,      Navy : leaves in tinsil sheen,      Midnight : music and Sapphires  Where jazz becomes a dancing shadow beneath light post misty gold. ... Outside the bricks are just bricks but down there lo lovers' tight embrace in the fallow light showers catching all eyes keen to their PDA (Public displays of affection) as well as mine wide Attention Peliculas and tall stories From a brown stone perch while traffic whirls            sleep now hurries the city is slow as thunder rolls loud as blacktop oil slick roads heavy as gutter water to asphalt bones This towns historic Time stands still In lovers hallmark corners shack All wet in the gills, fish kisses taught kids how honey smacks now that the audience is frozen With anticipation, binocular eyes                           snapshot a Banksy / Monet meadows of raindrop brush strokes chaos maelstrom Wet dreams rivulet All the while I am Dry inside Dying here! At a pause / intently / intensely watching                neighbors in hooded moods. This reminds me how it must of felt / now in this commotion by mere emotions so reminiscent of the weeping and pain wordless script scene not heard inside I'm still dry and                             dwelling... In need or is it wish beginning to purr? Still, in this stone dwelling I am dry inside          Trying to hide not                          looking down on those love birds, A misty glow                and oh suddenly how I drown when the two finally kiss... drowning                                without. EMPATHY.
Rewritten from original version, which can be found in my writerscafe.org page by the same title. Edit 11022016
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
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