Posted by Gabbix2 on December 19, 2005, at 21:43:45
In reply to I Shivered at Phantom Whispers, posted by Atticus on December 5, 2005, at 13:04:42
You know Atticus, I am loathe to give you a compliment ;)
But when you write like this, you rock my world.
gazed on cardboard-box castles
Where fallen angels made their homes,
I stood silent in Times Square’s glare
As the city’s prophets were stoned,
I joined crowds of long-lost pilgrims
But I never felt so alone,
I met Van Gogh on 46th
And we set off for parts unknown.Sometimes the signs just pour down
In something pure as heaven’s rain,
Strike the circus tents and feed the clowns,
Time to head out on the road again.
poster:Gabbix2
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URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20051205/msgs/590531.html