Tales of coming and going, movement on the insides
and the outsides
of the bodies.
The amateur beauty of the harmonica child,
Harmonies, surprisingly crafty,
polk along with the crack-pop of chicken being tendered
and fries not too salty at-all.
The line for New York City, Zanesville, and Philly;
a young man softly sifting through lady hair.
And the shoes on this bunch all surprisingly thrifty.
Do not stare, echo mothers of the past.
All pragmatics aside, I eavesdropped intently
to earnest voices of men, touch on topics of race.
Gruff solitude, paired with fluorescent hung-lights
and a retrospective friend pacing endlessly.
Only the words that flow out seamlessly now,
can tell toward which mood I'll be leaning.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Tales of coming and going, movement on the insides
and the outsides
of the bodies.
The amateur beauty of the harmonica child,
Harmonies, surprisingly crafty,
polk along with the crack-pop of chicken being tendered
and fries not too salty at-all.
The line for New York City, Zanesville, and Philly;
a young man softly sifting through lady hair.
And the shoes on this bunch all surprisingly thrifty.
Do not stare, echo mothers of the past.
All pragmatics aside, I eavesdropped intently
to earnest voices of men, touch on topics of race.
Gruff solitude, paired with fluorescent hung-lights
and a retrospective friend pacing endlessly.
Only the words that flow out seamlessly now,
can tell toward which mood I'll be leaning.
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