The World Just Past The Street Corner

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "If Zero Isn't A Number, Then 'Who Am I?'"

Submitted: November 08, 2011

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Submitted: November 08, 2011



The World just Past The Street Corner



It's out of style

Falling in love

And all the while

As pages tare

And words grow sour

A sore bruised heart

Gets thrown away

As the world spins

And spits on my heart's grave

Too many ways to say I'm sorry

Just don't show up

In memory

So seal the pain

With an evil stamp of approval

Just walk away clean

Like you never did anything

I'll be here meaning what I mean

And if I'll never be myself again

Rake my brain off the sidewalk

I'll completely be the remains

Of a life not worth loving

Since that's all I could ever be

Throw my emptiness

__in a waste basket

And stand on my heart

Not knowing how to jump off

"I thought that once you" loved once

You've loved just enough

But after having to fail love

Again and again

There can be nothing left

To say from my brain

When it just doesn't work

The way that it can stay

Out of touch with the rubbish

That is my surroundings

A world full of puke

And all garbage covered streets

I can only see the trash

Nothing more but filth

As the wealthy, successful lovers

Dump the remains of their life

That they waste from their


Earned by their perfection

And kept by their undeserved luck

It's like all they can do

Is be in love, right in front of our faces

As they walk all over us

__like we weren't even on

____the ground that they

______walk on

Shooting at us

And calling the C.O.P.s on us

Like we have no right

"To survive"

As they dodge the tax man

__with their under-the-table jobs

And infecting thee only pussy

That I can fuck

They have took my freedom

These upper class fucks

I just wanna see them all crumble

I'd like to put them in muddles

And ride their expensive cunts

Hard enough for their knees to bleed

As they choke on hay to death

Letting no piece of pussy survive

The wrath of my horniness


11-08-'11 #2

D. L. Cannon

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