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gunshots rang out
just loud enough
to ruin the first
boring night
in weeks,

followed by
the sound of
slamming doors
and cluttered
foot steps,

as everyone
in the neighbor-
hood
crowded
their stoops
and
     lined the sidewalks
in nightgowns and robes.

some one always knows the victim
some one always knows the shooter
some one always knows everything

it gives them
something to live for
huddled out there in the street
waiting
     for news crews that won't show up
and ambulances scared to park.

I lit a cigarette
and killed the lights,
so no one would
knock on my door
to tell me,

gunshots rang out.
©2009 ~oldest-boy
:iconoldest-boy:

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as a child I would watch from the window.

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:iconmidnight-december:
i know it.

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first the earth was flat, but it fattened up when we didn't fall off; now, we spin laps around the sun.
:iconnunheh:
One time I lived in a Hell's Angel neigborhood in Lynn, Mass. Overhead a severe beating was going on, and I figured it was not hero time for me. A week later, when I came home from what amounted to work, there was police tape around the apartment complex, but no-one around. I let myself into the hall and there was blood smeared everywhere. On the stairs, on the wall, etc. So I let myself into my apartment, turned out the lights, lit a cigarette, and went to sleep. These vignettes of yours bring that kind of thing back, and it's good to remember just so I know I need to be careful of the company I keep.

And a little ditty:

Lynn, Lynn, city of sin
You never go out
the way you go in,
You come in a vigin
you go out a whore
And I forget the rest...

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Everytime you gain your heart's desire you pay for it with a piece of your soul- Heraclitus
:icongetyourgrip:
magnificent.

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Married to the pen,
and we're both having an affair
with the page.
:iconoldest-boy:
:)

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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
:iconoldest-boy:
word and

haha.

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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
:iconoldest-boy:
I hoped some one would.

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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
:iconoldest-boy:
much obliged.

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'SHARKS DON'T SLEEP' a collection of poems by Eric Hamilton.
:icongarnet-43:
A vivid picture. That you painted it 'mundane' and almost 'indifferent' captures the horror so much the better.

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"And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom." - Anais Nin

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