Description: another day of enlightenment
last summer
THIS IS ONLY A TEST -------------------------------------------
this is only a test
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they say
that money talks
bullshit walks
well i am walking today
cause my wallet
does not have anything to say
it has been a good day
handwritten
words on paper
to look back on
subject a fave of mine
street scenes
a park day
musicians
magic acts
jugglers of consequence
children running
dogs under your feet
squirrels right in your face
crazy beggars with cups
shouting about anything
a toret stricken
protest popping
psychosis driven
at night drifting
street sleeping
even though an unsafe bed waits
mothers fucker
can think of yelling about
the tilted head of a
puzzled looking child
is for now his only audience
it was a smiling day
a foot tapper
a chance to feel
the music's notes
played out loud
by some young
inventive souls
of the future
strung out on the next right note to play on to
for the people in the park
for the future children of the dark
the magicians
face contorts
as he waves his hands
up
around
down
halting at a clap
where a surprising large
puff of red smoke appears
turning heads diverting attentions
stopping the strides of the hell bent
to make it through on the short cut ticket
swearing to not be distracted this day by the antics
of the otherwise not of the corporate minded schedule
“LADIES ANNNND GENTLEMEN”
“CHILDREN OF ALL AGES”
who for most part at least turn their heads
stop in their tracks to look on in amazement
as the black tuxedo with the surreal tails seem to be on fire
an act of his i have seen before
drunk
sober
for him it always turns out to be a score
juggle headed morons
tossing large knives around
then showing off their skills they add
fire sticks
while bouncing balls off the ground
burn
slice
bounce away
tragedy of fingers, fires and disappointment shows for nothing in their hat today
Being from the Chicago area and having worked in the Loop I found this particularly evocative of the swirling street sights in all its glory and nuttiness. The syllabic beat of this poem is thrilling, as are the assonanic (is that even a word?) stones skipping across the water. You've achieved a rich blend here, in a voice, both sardonic and honest, and rendered it with such humanity that I can only say:
Wow Im impressed with the way you write. I love the free style...It was a smiling day, a foot tapper day. I get great imagery from my own head with those two minimilist lines. The art of true poetry, say little provoke many thoughts. Im adding this to my favs co s i love it!
What a delight to take this walk with you. We don't usualy see such things in Detroit, at least not mixed right in with the "corporate minded schedule" of a bustling city. The images are vivid. I see this scene in my head. It almost reminds me of a beach I visited in Barbados, where it seemed there were tourists and then everybody else, and everybody else wanted our attention. Everybody was trying to sell something - boat rides, jet skis, weed, jewelry, face-painting, etc.
Ultimately, though you have no money to talk for you, you manage to say a lot. You have the power of observation and the ability to translate from head to paper. And you prove that here.
Submission Name: THIS IS ONLY A TEST
