Coalhouse
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CATEGORY
life
The floor is bleeding
Plasma slick and shiny
Watch your step
Blood is on the floor
A history of violence liters the killing floor
Narrows streets
One horse towns
Railroad tracks separate
Buttermilk colored pretense
From
Coal black offense
Guilty of living
Accused of criminal optimism
Guilty of stealing a place in the sun
The floor bled all night
Red and maroon stories whisper curses....
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Kingqadardwon' says: Too Dope! |
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mlowe5 says: Tell lit like it is, Brother Coalhouse! This floor has no cracks and no mop can contain its flow. Listen to the "...whisper curses..." Thanks for sharing another poetic "bleeding" from the Coalhouse. Peace and Love, M. Lowepoems by this commentor |
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SisterJSpencer says: I love it! Fantastic all the way around! Superb work! |
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2b2b2 says: Tight....and sadly its all baked in....thanks for sharing! |
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Charles2 says: A whole lot of history... is written with that blood. Another encyclopedia Britannica, tales of woe... resurrection, coming fast and deep... |
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