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A Bridge in Brooklyn
By megaprime81
I found a fire flower today
It burned my tongue
And singed my hands
I took into the vein
Some thing
In the brain like
Cypress Hill killed
Kurt Cobain
Yet it didn't exist
I sold a bridge
in Brooklyn
To a neighbor
And i still wasn't satisfied
I mulipled in that instant
Splintered until i looked
Like the sun
Then i caught fire
Was roasted,
Thrown out,
And done (pronounced: dung)
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Copyright 2014 megaprime81
Published on Friday, February 14, 2014.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
Much apologies.Comments on "A Bridge in Brooklyn"
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On Friday, February 14, 2014, Sean Mc Shane
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wrote:
I really like the second stanza. Sets a scene in my mind like a cool punk black and white film. Well done. Later -
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On Friday, February 14, 2014, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Wow MP and I wasn't a grunge guy but this piece had some serious imagery and I've got a fire extinguisher, cheers! (leave those flowers alone) - Dan
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On Friday, February 14, 2014, blue angel
(877) wrote:
awe... this speaks volumes of emotions.. peace to you :)
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On Friday, February 14, 2014, megaprime81
(743) wrote:
I was originally going to title it something with the word "Lies" in it, but i think this one's good as is.
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