11/6/17 3:01 AM
for those that cannot afford to sit outside
At three in the morning
For you Winona Ryders
For you streamers
For you couch surfers
For you cat eyed
For you barbed blondes
For you gas pumpers
For you dwarves
For you David Blaines
For you shit talkers
For you sponges
For you investigators
For you movie bloggers
For you fibbers
For you canal walkers
For you skateboarders
For you pizza tossers
For you movers and shakers with things to do
I can offer you one lesson
Learned from quiet nights on the stoop
When you feel lost in small towns
Stop, listen and see
The town around you is breathing
Respirating rainy air and recycling
Taking your pollution and ejecting it
It's jumping on a grenade for you
Never again will a place give you so much and ask for so little in return
Remember that we are just spores
Taking nutrients from roots and fleeing
Spreading whatever fungus this canal grows
- Author: Big Swifty (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 7th, 2017 13:01
- Comment from author about the poem: The Stoop In the Sea comes out NOvember 28, look for ut on Amazon and on iBooks
- Category: Unclassified
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