Chicagoite Drunk physical types, Probably taking some pussy class, For semi-literate orangutan jocks, Wouldn’t know Gertha from girdle. 708 Murray. Screaming starts, shattered pax, Roman a Clef Shouted threats and drunken swaggers, Armed with tire iron and hidden object, Shouts of faggot asshole fuck you, Smashing blows, splintering bone, Broken coin roll flies through the air, Reflecting red and blue police beacons, A macabre dance of bat wing images, Sirens wailing, tires screeching, Too little, too late, blood roaring, Vomiting rookie, swaying ambulance rides, Ice packs, drainage tubes, cameras flash, Specialists tsking, dozen surgeries, Can't repair the damage inside, Holed up in the upper room (508 Murrray)Face masked, hiding humiliation until Gauzed and post-surgery swollen, Books and bong my only companion, Sherlock Holmes, Captain America, And Panama Red, spoke with eloquence To my bruised ego.
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Please forgive the verbiage.
You are a companion. That is real. Please don\'t be insulted, rather complemented if I attempt the same in a journal I think this style writing could help me with some tragedies.
to heavy for my liking however love a man who loves words. I hope you have a great sunday with your beautifl family.
no verbiage. all necessary. very eloquent. great words. great poetry.