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Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets
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The salty olive lingers on my tongue – should I refrain from taking another?My mind wanders to places so far flungfrom the routines that blanche the days and smother The crunch of snow, the scarf that was just hungon the … Continue reading
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I’m tired but sharp today, so I’ll just coast,as halogen light blues suffuse this room’slinoleum tiles where dust and fungus bloomsmushroom like fresh bouquets of holy ghost: Put your eye to the paper towel rolland see yourself aboard a crystal … Continue reading
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What is it? What do you all want from me right now?Should I unfurl myself into a crimson bloomin the springtime in this age of climactic doom,my ripened rosebud clashing with time’s pallid brow? Or maybe I should spend money … Continue reading
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Tagged allergies, flowers, Petrarch, Petrarchan sonnet, Poem, Poetry, Sonnet, Sonnets, springtime, Urban Sonnets
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Alive at lunch, they shout to prove their worth:thrown fruit that rolls atop the formica(soccer orange), feet slide across the berthof time in minds still growing out like a Slinky, rainbow-colored, that stretches outin hands of children laughing geekilyaware of … Continue reading
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Tagged Hip-Hop, Poem, Poetry, School, Sonnet, time, Urban Sonnets
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Skinnamarink is our favorite jamon the power walk to daycare each dayover bottles, caca and blood – all gray,the road hard to read like let’s hope I am. But we run roughshod over slate sidewalkstrod on by ten thousands of … Continue reading
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My failing eyes catch the Christmas sparklein a plastic snowflake held by my childwhich he uses to bang on the drums, wildfearless of the veil and the whip’s crackle. While he’s off to sleep, I battle with wordswhich live in … Continue reading
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I’m puzzledby the weird confluence of deflatingfactors in my so-called being somethingBefuddled: Beloved like carpe diem flowerson alabaster from aural ageseach strand of hair heard like two blank pagesin the crystalline winds of Church hours: I was a docent of … Continue reading
Tagged Poem, Poetry, Sonnet, Urban Sonnets
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Turn your cheek in the absence of feelingyou know, the way you do when you cannot cope with the fact that you spend days stealingnow empty words that were but now are not: Your speech is spent, there’re no words … Continue reading
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What times we shared beneath this gloaming skinsplashed and treated with Florida water,hushed and prayed over to free us from sin–though Alcolado Glacial is better: Like a freestyle beat tense and firm we lightout in the cold drawing smoke from … Continue reading
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Literary people don’t like sonnets I’m like, fuck that, this is motherfucking music, this shit is deeper than poems, but it’s poetry too, *************** They say its reminiscent of high school well, my *****, I went to a high school … Continue reading
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Tagged blank verse, elitism, literature, music, Poetry, race, Sonnet, Urban e-Pistols, Urban Sonnets
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