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Onomatopoeiaville

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Clang-bang-wham-bam…
No thank you ma’am.
The city moves too fast for the kid
with the lead shoes.
With the low down dirty blues
And two pockets full
Of nothing to loose
I find my way out of this ‘ville.

Rattle-splash-zoom-boom…
I leave behind just enough room
for the next starving figure
shaped like a poet.
Friends say, “It’s all in your head.”
I say, “What do they know?”
They’re just the walking dead,
Propelled by the love of bread.

Slap-zap-rat-a-tat-tat…
I never would have thought that
the coffee house would fall
to the great steel ball
and the hammering jack.

And from the crash-slash- bash
billowing dust and ash
a synthetic bongo beat
electrically induced
on the new age street.


Not the Phoenix I hoped for…
But the one I expected.

B.T. Dog