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    dots Submission Name: But It Seemed So Profound Last Nighdots

    Author: azurwarrior
    ASL Info:    44/m/SoCal
    Elite Ratio:    5.03 - 86/85/63
    Words: 129
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
    Total Views: 636
    Average Vote:    4.0000
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       This is the original version of this poem. I thought there might be something to it that got lost in the rewrite.

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    dotsBut It Seemed So Profound Last Nighdots

    Robert Maplethorpe's holding a dark beige stick,
    waving out the piss-iron subway windows...
    In the tunnel, a skull-capped man,
    Sprays from a can "Not Intended for Graffitti."
    (Heh heh)...
    He sprayed:

    Someone's coming!
    run over dense ghost feet,
    breathing urine and exhaust fumes.
    We pound up to the ground level.
    on the infamous Orange line.

    Someone's cooking fish heads loudly,
    On all 4 corners of the block....
    A tan guy with a weathered brass saxophone
    blows deep azure for Miles.

    We see a headline blowing down the street,
    from a black and white issue of the Boston Globe,
    splintered by some homeless men's fire:

    And we burned a Buddhist candle in grief,
    That was a virgin candle,
    never before encountering fire.

    Submitted on 2008-01-26 17:33:00     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Don't know why it needed re-writing ... but I guess you do! It takes me out for an evening with some graffiti makers; but who the heck is Robert Maplethorpe?? May be I missed a lot of this poem because I don't get that reference.
    | Posted on 2008-02-07 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]

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