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In NY pictures
Disappointed violent men and weak valiant females moved it around in the mind, to it all being mystical saw a job with no natural light, took easy talk from a driver getting days of breaks watching flies on the wall … Continue reading
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Tagged beat, free verse, freestyle, New York, poem, poetry, prose, slam, USA, verse
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All good –
We met fifteen years ago Deep inside, she was hammer and sickle Deep inside, I was Scot’s grandmother’s ‘eazy-oazy’ She said, read something else, something other than the New York Post Said I would, and I nearly did ‘War and Peace’ … Continue reading
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Tagged America, beat, free verse, freestyle, love, Lovers, New York, New York Mets, New York Post, poetry, prose, USA
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Chelsea Hotel –
Chelsea Hotel French socialist proxy project long-term rental short-term mental raining clouds, odd collects in the Lobby speaking volumes talking anarchists player’s indirect free kicks left coloured love front and top indirectly visible Times Square tyrants flying from rooms start, … Continue reading
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Tagged beat, Chelsea Hotel, free verse, freestyle, New York, NYC, poetry, prose, slam
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9/11 Poem –
The Beautiful saw a ninth month morning New York, geometric brick-lay and field The Beautiful moved, foot, rail, wing and wheel New Amsterdam, geometric brick-lay and field The Beautiful heard, locked-on thunder New York, geometric brick-lay and field The Beautiful … Continue reading
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Tagged 11/09/2001, 14 years ago, 9/11, America, American, anger, cornfield, Crime, dead, death, fourteen years ago, free verse, freestyle, Hieronymus Bosch, madness, memories, New York, NYC, Pennsylvania, poetry, President of USA, prose, psychology, religion, Shanksville, The Pentagon, Twin Towers, USA, Washington, World Trade Centre, WTC
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Mexican man, he’s NYPD, he’s a New York Cop – Sombrero, Spanish hat, Cortez had a metal helmet …
Sombrero, Spanish hat, Cortez had a metal helmet, white horse and wet boots, Mexicans with a mistaken identity wearing Catholicism on necks. Texas doesn’t exist, real and metaphoric, fighting it in the dark is never a good thing. Cesar Chavez … Continue reading
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Tagged Cops, Immigrants, Latino, Mexican, Mexico, New York, NYPD, poetry, prose, Texas, USA
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Paul Welsh - Poetry 