Ghetto Corner

[crossnote]

I've been here before and swore I wouldn't come back.
Words written on sandy walls
Neatly wrapped in a poet's smock.
Kept in literary bounds too obvious for incognito night strolls
I'm planning my escape for good to mix in with the Unrimers.

 

[Victory-N-Christ]

Up in the air,
Down below.
Hear that saxophonist?
He sure can blow!
Fingers will strum,
Strings will hum.
Hey look at that guy,
beating that drum.
Music in motion
Just like lava,
I'm digging it,digging it
while sipping on java.
Hot,black and mean
Fragrant steam rising
Into the air.
Mixing with the citrus cologne
Wafting from the jazz singer's
Hair...

 

[Victory-N-Christ]

Oh I have plenty more where that one came from...this brain never rests...

 

[Victory-N-Christ]

Oatmeal..oatmeal,
O ye so full of lumps!
I'd rather suffer from
The mumps and tis true,
Instead of having to eat you...

 

[teresa]

gunshots and sirens my every night music