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I am writing to you

from this ledge..

from this perch high above you..

am I really here

are you?

antlike citizens

off and wandering

legs working overtime to pay for heat

the dirt is cold and frozen

it is late winter

and I am watching

I need a deep thaw

you need fire and brimstone

the king of kings

and poetry

evermore

I must quench the gutters with marrow

let them fight the good fight

because everything can eventually be won

I am not the poet of the streets

I am not the final chapter

nor a verse or song to be sung

I am he who sits on this ledge

carved and paralyzed

I watch

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

B. Lapinski.....hello
truthfully, the poem speaks to me it says much about society in general in my reading .. the lines on needing a thaw .. needing fire and brimstone ..very good and descriptive.. i think it is one of the best i have read of yours.
peace

[B. Lapinski]

This is my first writing in a very long time. Please be truthful