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Urban Gentleman
The shadows of sleeping buildings,
Silhouetted on the moon
The wind did waltz with a plastic bag
(Discarded sometime 'round noon.)
The chain-link fences wailed softly,
Park benches silently cheered
Sidewalks all stopped to listen
They knew that he was drawing near.
The whispers in construction sites
Had been known to call him a king
Even cigarette butts on the pavement
Spoke of him, more than anything.
He walked with an arrogant swagger
With a voice like sandpaper pearls
The pigeons all cooed when they saw him
So he smiled and waved to his "girls."
His face was hidden in shadow
Though the moon hung high in the sky
And his suit was filthy and ragged
Trailing dirt, he walked slowly by.
He sat down on one lonely park bench,
And although he was all alone
He looked on up at the starry sky
And cried out "Oh honey, I'm home."
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Comments
ThunderboltCookie Says:
Dang, this was classy. Sadly, my english is betraying me, so I have nothing more too say other than it's reminding me of Mr. Hyde for some reason.
I find this a rather splendid work, my lad. (gah, must stop reading english classics before they destroy my brain.)
Lady Chimera Says:
This is amazing:)
Houkka Says:
One has to be mad not to like this one.
"Arrogant swagger" - That sounds so great
Fitos Says:
OH HELL!! THAT IS FUCK** CLEVER! "The wind did waltz with a plastic bag" honestly, this must be one of the best lines I have ever seen... Wow... But otherwise, it is "just" a good poem. That line though... damn...
Der Sensenmann Says:
"...With a voice like sandpaper pearls..."
I must admit, this line really struck me.
Lovely turn. I was expecting something much different.
Your writing is entertaining and wholesome. It's got soul, something hard to put into written word successfully enough for the common man to grasp and appreciate.
I applaud you as a poet, I truly do.