Where My Black Converses Walk

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Written about my mind's been in the past few years....written early 2008/late 2007.

Submitted: January 04, 2012

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Submitted: January 04, 2012





Where My Black Converses Walk


My black Converses walk down the street

Never knowing what they might meet

Garbage clutters the filthy sidewalks

Everywhere I look, I hear the cars talk:

Sputtering smoke and evil fumes,

Zooming past those red lights that awaits their doom

Their drivers honk away, not caring at all

A phone to their ear, answering their next call….


I listen to my portable FM radio

Through my ear buds, above the stereo

Blasting through the window of a flamin’ 5.0:

 Arguments being spewed this way &  that

Breaking news:  high gas prices are back??

Stunner, I say, not surprised a bit;

What happened to those prices that were lower than some chips?


It makes no sense, the world today

We’re fighting over things we could share anyway

Diseases, they’re spreadin’ quick—

So fast, it makes me sick

And yes, we’re talked about global warming

But haven’t we heard enough warnings?


They’re out there, those problems

Whether they be….

….on the radio,

….on the stereo,

….in the smoke and fumes of the cars,

….in the air, past the stars,

…with the clutter on the filthy sidewalks where my black Converses walk.



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