Poetry For Everyday People
Running Home With The Goods
It comes
like Christmas
when you're lonely,
walking in a perfect
snow,
notebook under my
arm, brown bagging
Grand Marnier,
I need alley,
walkways,
that lead
some place safe,
I need the moon,
a pizza place on
the corner,
as I pass
happy hour faces,
Sean Penn
drinking a Heineken
in the back of
Some Place Pub,
consumed,
as I,
I get on
my street,
turn the corner,
climb the gargoyle
guarded stairs,
words running
through my
veins,
verge of
explosion,
sun set
during Ramadan,
I run up the
steps can't chance
an elevator accident,
my head buzzed,
my blood running
perfectly,
lines forming,
ideas dancing,
words lining up
in order of magic,
angels clapping,
candles every where
are lit simultaneously,
as if
these words,
these words,
are gonna
cure the world.
like Christmas
when you're lonely,
walking in a perfect
snow,
notebook under my
arm, brown bagging
Grand Marnier,
I need alley,
walkways,
that lead
some place safe,
I need the moon,
a pizza place on
the corner,
as I pass
happy hour faces,
Sean Penn
drinking a Heineken
in the back of
Some Place Pub,
consumed,
as I,
I get on
my street,
turn the corner,
climb the gargoyle
guarded stairs,
words running
through my
veins,
verge of
explosion,
sun set
during Ramadan,
I run up the
steps can't chance
an elevator accident,
my head buzzed,
my blood running
perfectly,
lines forming,
ideas dancing,
words lining up
in order of magic,
angels clapping,
candles every where
are lit simultaneously,
as if
these words,
these words,
are gonna
cure the world.
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Running Home With The Goods
Running Home With The Goods
