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DEAD JESTER
Five o'clock.
On top of the Marriott.
Catching silver rain.
Two floors below.
The cops put on a show.
They are after me again.
I fused the moment,with emotion.
There's no need to hide...Bathed in nightmare light.
Speeding cars.
Sonic boom,metallic flares.
Following the stars.
Two miles back.
The cops never had a chance.
I'm just inconceivably too far.
I threw my cellphone,out of the window.
Going 85...Miles high..
Somewhere my friends,they're not missing me.
Somewhere my girl...Is with another man.
Somewhere tucked away,in the attic of a crack house,
is the meaning.
The song we sing.
Don't let them catch you where you are.
On top of the Marriott.
Catching silver rain.
Two floors below.
The cops put on a show.
They are after me again.
I fused the moment,with emotion.
There's no need to hide...Bathed in nightmare light.
Speeding cars.
Sonic boom,metallic flares.
Following the stars.
Two miles back.
The cops never had a chance.
I'm just inconceivably too far.
I threw my cellphone,out of the window.
Going 85...Miles high..
Somewhere my friends,they're not missing me.
Somewhere my girl...Is with another man.
Somewhere tucked away,in the attic of a crack house,
is the meaning.
The song we sing.
Don't let them catch you where you are.
Published 17th Mar 2013
| Edited 17th Dec 2013
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17th Mar 2013 1:53am
Some real cool images "On top of the Marriott.
Catching silver rain" and "Sonic boom,metallic flares. Following the stars." and nice pacing leading to a terrific final stanza. Very good job!
Catching silver rain" and "Sonic boom,metallic flares. Following the stars." and nice pacing leading to a terrific final stanza. Very good job!
17th Mar 2013 5:44am
I like the noir atmosphere, 'Sin City'-like. delusional hero, alone, forgotten, on the run...
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17th Mar 2013 7:17am
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17th Mar 2013 7:21am
A poem that has images speeding
past the front of my eyes:
I fused the moment,with emotion...
There's no need to hide...Bathed in nightmare light.
Speeding cars.
Sonic boom,metallic flares.
Following the stars.
Amazing poem, very well written.
past the front of my eyes:
I fused the moment,with emotion...
There's no need to hide...Bathed in nightmare light.
Speeding cars.
Sonic boom,metallic flares.
Following the stars.
Amazing poem, very well written.
Imaginative ... hopping on the speed train with you and enjoying ... your words.
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17th Mar 2013 7:04pm
14th Dec 2013 10:33pm
Somewhere my friends,they're not missing me...
Somewhere my girl...Is with another man...
Somewhere tucked away,in the attic of a crack house,
is the meaning.
Doesn't get truer than that!
Somewhere my girl...Is with another man...
Somewhere tucked away,in the attic of a crack house,
is the meaning.
Doesn't get truer than that!
