DURBAN AT DUSK

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

THERE ARE TIMES ON A DAY THAT INVITE YOU TO TAKE A QUICK TOUR IN YOUR SOUL. FOR ME THOSE TIMES USUALLY COME IN THE AFTERNOONS OR IN THE HOURS OF DAWN

The city shines with neon

Above the carcass of spent days

While the chronicles of my

consumed seasons

Are a peace of meat

In a mess of it's own vomit.

 

by: phelelani 


Submitted: July 26, 2007

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Sewage

Very nice, well written with a good choice of words. I'm going to miss Durban while I'm away...

Thu, July 26th, 2007 1:07am

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thanks sewage. no place like home hey?

Wed, July 25th, 2007 6:24pm

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