THE STYLE OF SICKNESS IS MURDER…………….

by BRISTOLIAN STREET PO

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-20 13:24:00

SO HARD I WANT TO PUSH,BONES TOO WEAK CRUSHED & BROKEN INTERMISSON INDEED NO LOVE I CANT FIND,LEFT IN THE DARKNES,LEFT BEHIND.FROZEN IN TIME IM STUCK FOR THE MOST PART…BUT ILIKE IT HERE EVEN IF MY JOINTS ARE DISLOCATED…..I STILL WANT TO MAKE THE FINISH LINE IN TIME THRU THE URINE FILLED ALLEY WAYS LITTERD WITH JUNKYS,DRUNKS & ALL……THE ROAD TO YOURE HEART IS NARROW & CRAMPED…..NOW ALL THE LIGHTS IN THE STREET ARE DEAD THE SUMMER DAYS HEAT GONE COLD