JUNKIE IN THE STREETS – A POEM

Posted: October 21, 2020 in beat generation, poems, POETRY, Random stuff--read at your own risk!
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100 years,
Into burned piled,
Ruins,
To see,
Those masses,
Rage,
Hungry,
Yearning to be free,
Break free those chains,
To wander the streets,
Addiction,
Worshipping the ground,
That white powder,
To speak,
Of that devil tongue,
To scream,
Walking through the trees,
To fly,
On paper wings,
Those eyes,
Peeking from the walls,
Cheat sheets,
To life,
To live,
100 years,
Down in the mud,
Breaking rocks,
In time with that heart beat,
Urges building up,
Destroying us,
From the inside,
Break free,
Madness,
An incredible beast,
To yearn,
Oh dearly be,
A night,
In broken lairs,
Broken feet,
Junkies in the street,
Murdered for their beat,
Shot in the arm,
By themselves,
Hear the wings,
Beating near the sun,
Lowlifes,
Dear, Sweet,
Low,
To the point,
They are high,
Scream!
OH madness,
Let us be,
Let us see,
Fly!!!
Die!!!
Good night and goodbye!

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