Coalhouse
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Standing on the corner, at Broad and Lehigh the world in your hand, Escape cooked up and crumbled, inhaled on sale. Standing on the corner, women get down to get high, high like the first time. Police play game wardens, protecting game. Standing on the corner men on missions look for their sanity under street lights, as ribcages show under skin....
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COMMENTS
RonnieL says: Yeah! I was getting into it, wish you was spitting more. Nice |
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Woven says: Great word play, such realism you displayed with your adept pen. |
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veelay@hotmail.com says: picture perfect depiction delving into and out a very real everyday reality ..nicely written |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
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If I could I would If I could I would snatch a star from the night sky And give it to y...  |
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Leroy (Crack for Sale) Leroy put me down with the game My first 8 ball a street scholarship in my pocket ... |
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Ancestors There we were Chanting incantations Shouting salutations to the Gods... |
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No Words No words |
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The Invisible Empire Strikes Back and the Rise of the Neo Coon This was written in Sanskrit On the walls of ancient halls Find mean... |
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Its goin be alright Its goin be alright In the middle of the night Demons play hide and seek w... |
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I use to know her I knew her Her smile They way she rubbed the back of my head ... |
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Her Majesty Taylor Swift With pomp and circumstance bow To the royal Queen of Streams Slender avata... |
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Hypothermia Reality has a coldness Wintery aloofness in its tone Delusions feel warm invit... |
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Poem Improv 1# Check 1 Check 2 Check 3 Check 123 Sending a shout out&... |
