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the day is done
Saturday shadows come alive
blue moon illuminates
fun boy one

down in the park
there are human sharks
you got no business being there
after hours in the dark

just wanna make it home
take a shower
now the street lights are out
as the light in my phone
loses power

I hear voices from the store front
now my stomachs grumbling
as I smell the food from the Chinese restaurant

having trouble deciding what I want
do not like what I have at home
but the only thing open
is the crusty ol non union wal- mart

footsteps echo down the hallway
someones knocking on a door
it is 3 am time to feed the head again

someones drunkenly singing a song
Jesus please forgive me
but I wish they were all dead

I hear the laughter and the music
and I smell the aroma
from in the cipher
why are they always in the hall way using

I start to sway
as the music plays
life is the DJ
although I got no rhythm
I dance anyway.
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Nebunlanx At Night

Contributed by unknown_utopia on Sunday, 2nd December 2018 @ 11:58:16 AM in AEST
Topic: poets

Its late at night
the day is done
Saturday shadows come alive
blue moon illuminates
fun boy one

down in the park
there are human sharks
you got no business being there
after hours in the dark

just wanna make it home
take a shower
now the street lights are out
as the light in my phone
loses power

I hear voices from the store front
now my stomachs grumbling
as I smell the food from the Chinese restaurant

having trouble deciding what I want
do not like what I have at home
but the only thing open
is the crusty ol non union wal- mart

footsteps echo down the hallway
someones knocking on a door
it is 3 am time to feed the head again

someones drunkenly singing a song
Jesus please forgive me
but I wish they were all dead

I hear the laughter and the music
and I smell the aroma
from in the cipher
why are they always in the hall way using

I start to sway
as the music plays
life is the DJ
although I got no rhythm
I dance anyway.

Copyright © unknown_utopia ... [ 2018-12-02 11:58:16]
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Re: Nebunlanx At Night (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Monday, 3rd December 2018 @ 12:21:58 PM AEST
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I liked the last stanza most of all. lol
Great write!

Re: Nebunlanx At Night (User Rating: 1 )
by Invierno on Monday, 3rd December 2018 @ 07:24:28 PM AEST
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Man, totally real and right on. I like this so much for a number of reasons. I can relate is one. the structure is another, and most importantly, the way I feel on conclusion.

Masterful stuff here.

Mike

Re: Nebunlanx At Night (User Rating: 1 )
by softerware on Monday, 3rd December 2018 @ 08:55:56 PM AEST
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Readers can/'/t help but become immersed in this poem. It is a story, and a very personal one (PLEASE JESUS FORGIVE ME BUT I WISH THEY WERE ALL DEAD). The descriptions are flawless of the sights, sounds, and smells. It is very powerful, and thoroughly enjoyable.
You write for the common man, (and we are all common men)!
softerware

Re: Nebunlanx At Night (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 7th December 2018 @ 11:19:43 AM AEST
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you could write your way through
a paper bag, that was used
and once held a dozen greasy tamales
using only a bic pen

you found lying on the street corner
next to the gutter

then you would probably tear off
a piece and feed it to the homeless
lost old man, who would eat
it and smile,
what you brought me roast beef,

thanks mom, he then pulls out
a completely urine soaked dollar
bill and tries to roll it into a straw
and snort an imaginary line

of snowy powder,
just another leftist political agitator
Late at night with the city lights
above

it all, the false teeth
the no teeth,
a poisonous, malefic tone that seemed
to burst from man hole cover

I need food to survive,
he grumbled

Peace!

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