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KRIMSOM
happy fall
my long walk
across
rail yard bridge
uptown
somewhere
headed
the cars on the
tracks as small
as the ones
passing
large and
swift on
the blacktop
crisp air cool
with its sheen
white birds
cutting the sky
white clouds
so clean
Step from the
buildingside
with style
dyed dark
cropped hair
with your best
drop dead
little voice
asking for
a smoke
pearl white
your smile
the shade
like the last
brilliant
rose
we stand
draped in
the cold
sun and
light our
smokes
...
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Comments
Esker
Mon, 2015-02-09 00:25
formalitie
attention to details..
a lot of my muses
were all over the place
Probably like me...
not polished at all
but liking the look..
a level of depth
and vanity
that settles on the
insanity of those
notions
this girl existed
was very nice
some people for a look
like you read a poem
or a book
I remember long after
Ive been to coffee shoppes
with people and spent much
time in conversation with
people..I have a very decent
voice...articulated and book
smart...lousy attention span
and Ive been around a lot
of women from all walks
and levels and worked with
a lot of men..same
i have zero luck in love
same with gambling
id be too busy living
it up then walking about
handing out smokes
ha ha..
stumbled in the middle
of this and edited it
proud of myself
...
need a smoke
its freezing cold
and beautiful out
here tonight..
Rula
Mon, 2015-02-09 00:32
Wonderful Steve
I think those walks give you lot's of inspiration.
I don't walk much and my surrounding is not
inspirational at all. All around the sun is blocked
with the skyscrapers or towers. Rarely we see the moon
or the stars. Civilization is sometimes a curse, isn't it?
Much enjoyed especially
Step from the
buildingside
with style
dyed dark
cropped hair
with your best
drop dead
little voice
asking for
a smoke
It is exactly what we are supposed to do. Well! however I am not asking
for a cigarette :)
Thank you Steve.
The title too is catchy in a way. I know you know it is "crimson" not "Krimson" :)
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Esker
Mon, 2015-02-09 04:49
"It is what we are supposed to do!"
Mais Oui!
and no Gitanes
Mais Si
Grooming with more socially
alert and giving hearts
well..now I share even
I had grown cold like many
sweetheart or beast
sharing
a smile
the energy of that
encounter as it
was
Yes...suppose
we have a sky
and Im glad
I love it
study it
never tiring
like the city too
further in its
structured heart
the tall cells
and valves
maze intricacy
works
the stars must
look down
like the moon
to see me there
Titles....
search engines
I love one syllable
change
and its a horrible
simplistic change
But Krimp
one does this to smokes
saved in pockets
to save money
and one does not
share those
private and intimate
not formal
open pack
untouched
so the K still
in my head
revolves
and has meaning
french and german
words built the back
of the english that
made it to the
new world
how I love the origins
and latin of course
spanish etc...
I should just spell it Crimson
there would be nothing wrong
with that title
but then
that would not be Eskerish
of me!!
Thank you Rula Y.H.! :)