the building
another one is going upa skeleton of steel
soon to be fat
with concrete flesh
taking away the night sky
crowding the sun
cutting away at the horizon
as with broken serrated scissors
the building
another one is going upTeardrops commented on the building
01-30-2011
01/31/2011
Rhymer commented on the building
01-29-2011
01/29/2011
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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