"citibank" poems - Hello Poetry

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

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Oct 25, 2013

Oct 25, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC

joel-bender

Mistaken For Strangers

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights Arm in arm in arm and eyes and eyes glazing under Oh, you wouldn't want an angel watching over, surprise, surprise, they wouldn't wanna watch Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults

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The car ran over the cat. I am on the right side of the ride. A woman shouts, <Stop! I’m just right there.> Pointing. <Dangerous to alight here, In the middle of the street.> the driver said. The car ran over the cat. I am on the right side of the ride. <Drop me in front of Citibank> I said. A taho vendor is serving a lady. <How much?> I asked. Twenty-five pesos. <Give me one.> The car ran over the cat. I am on the right side of the ride. In my mind: <The city could be cruel to cats. So you better know which Is right.>

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Aug 4, 2016

Aug 4, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC

bryan-amerila

Cat's Eye

The car ran over the cat. I am on the right side of the ride. A woman shouts, <Stop! I’m just right there.> Pointing. <Dangerous to alight here, In the middle of the street.> the driver said. The car ran over the cat. I am on the right side of the ride. <Drop me in front of Citibank> I said. A taho vendor is serving a lady. <How much?> I asked. Twenty-five pesos. <Give me one.> The car ran over the cat. I am on the right side of the ride. In my mind: <The city could be cruel to cats. So you better know which Is right.>

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Sometimes the song comes late at night, A lazy time surrounded by The light, when paper's never there Except an envelope or three Collecting dust and penalties, In need of stamps, in need of checks And when eventually I send, With interest principally enclosed, These notes to Citibank I know They won't be read, the warning says Do not enclose, and yet I think This can't be correspondence, no?

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Oct 4, 2018

Oct 4, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC

bobby-copeland

Lost Poems

Sometimes the song comes late at night, A lazy time surrounded by The light, when paper's never there Except an envelope or three Collecting dust and penalties, In need of stamps, in need of checks And when eventually I send, With interest principally enclosed, These notes to Citibank I know They won't be read, the warning says Do not enclose, and yet I think This can't be correspondence, no?

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