01 October 2005
th most polluted town (for pg)
she said kiss me where it stinks,
so i took her to prince george
- bm
Be pollution. Millworkers drive it home.
Tank's empty - up in th air.
Highest pickups per capita,
and th fewest sunsets.
Husqvarna girlfriends w/ smirnoff ice smiles -
logger chic (they think it exists,
but linoleum siding doesnt' glow.
Drank cuz i was happy in Paris;
drink here cuz i'm sure as fuck depressed.
that means small and squished
unable to move -
under a thumb
of smog
Standing around in clouds all day;
put the university far away.
Would dig a hole in this city
if it wasn't already.
Garbage blows across high school fields.
Shoddy cardboard churches built
by Saturday night loggers
are the same ones that i'm supposed to just
go on in.
# posted by hardyf : 09:53
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it's very strange how your poems and mine are similar in intonation and content... quite the same vision... but mine are in italian!
I've posted one in my blog.
(no worry, all in english!)
http://thecolorsofresistance.blogspot.com/
take a look, and write something if u like
it'll be a sign of your passage.
Michele Omiccioli, Italy
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I've posted one in my blog.
(no worry, all in english!)
http://thecolorsofresistance.blogspot.com/
take a look, and write something if u like
it'll be a sign of your passage.
Michele Omiccioli, Italy
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