. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Sunday, January 1, 2012

The City of Lights

Tips are diamonds in Shining City
An Empire on the sand
Where everything is as fake as when we say goodnight
Where the sun sets all at once
And makes the world beautiful
Drumming on your skin
Fuck, always you!
In the walls
Beneath my fingernails
In the corkscrews swirling in my brain

Tip-toeing down the halls of Shining City
In slippers that leave constellations of glitter on the carpet’s scalp
Trying to figure it all out at once
Dragging you behind me through the stars
Falling in the night sky
Burning us alive
Sleep in tomorrow morning
Make a breakfast beneath the golden spires of too much thinking
Outside the window
the Emerald City
The City of Lights


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