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The constant motion, the traffic, these blood stream natures played out on the vein-mapped streets twinkling in the midnight universe... Atlanta shines, gold dribbled molasses below a high-rise window. Un-curtained, we rise into the sky and leave a blink to warn those weary travelers, to signal God to safely let us sleep... A steady roar drones on unnoticed, as we read and drink, and wait our turns to see the gold stars that fell in Alabama. |
So what is it about traffic on loop I 285 you get more crashes per day than a day at Daytona. Maybe the city should put up some bleachers and charge admission? What Gold Stars? Anyway it is a nice poem it just needs some sex and drugs and it would be purr fect | Posted on 2011-01-12 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ] | Alanta shines. Sounds like many glorified promises of fun but it strays you from better conscience. | Love this line steady roar drones on unnoticed, as we read | Posted on 2010-12-16 00:00:00 | by cripto | [ Reply to This ] | Like being there, I'd say. Cool | | Posted on 2010-12-13 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | i like thoughts, observations, and the two entwined. | you paint well a picture of looking down on traffic and how red lights move like blood in veins. 'gold dribbled molasses' is great. gives this piece a bit of texture, taste, and a sheen. a moment captured. a keepsake of time. yup. | Posted on 2010-12-13 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] | |