hear this sound.
the agony of the elephant
the nightmare of the midget
while caged parrots sit and flourish of color
while pieces of people fall over the edge like pebbles like rocks
even the trees we walked under seemed less then trees and more like everything else
the junkies junk as the alkies drink as the whores whore and the killers kill
the weather stays mostly the same.
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Oh my, the phrasing makes your imagery that much more real. "Pieces of people..." Perfect. Splendidly crafted poem.
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