A sample of some of my poetry for NG. ;)
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Song of the Town

Silicon numbers stamped through the very screaming trees,
A blowing up sky,
Fences of dead rock bodies all around me,
Sounds whispering from the ground,
And voices asking it to go away.

I look up to the sky and wonder "Where does blue come from?"
Click, click.
My feet provide the back-beat with a step, stomp, step, stomp, step, clomp, step, stomp.
Engine drummers all surround,
Wind whimpering in the breeze,
And airplanes playing trumpet sounds high in the sky down onward onto the ground -
Like sand falling to the next part of the hourglass.

Tis the song of the town.
Tis the song of the walk.
Tis the sounds that surround -
The clamps, the taps, the ticks, the hits, the slicks, the twinkles.

Stone smiley faces starring up from the street.
Blankets of ads hold a dull drawing.
Pop my luck sidewalk.
The street is an orchestra of the engines of cars.
All loud and shrouded in making bad air.
Like mechanical babies screaming for their mothers -
"Oil! Oil! Fuel! Fuel! Feed me! Feed me!"

In the high old stone you in the middle of the sky,
They continue to graze, they continue to graze.
What does it say?
Why tonight?

I despair the city and the city despairs me.
As I step on the stone sidewalk the stone sidewalk steps against my feet,
Pushing me upward - rejecting me from this ground - this town -- this existence.
The voice of this town yells at me screaming in its industrial woe.
The town - its despair... is only in one shadow - and I trip onto it.