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Into the Demiurge

Darkness envelops 
the city 
  the demiurge is open for business
    hookers on the street 
show their wares
   Speed freaks hearts 
beat like bongo drums
In the shadows 
   a needle pierces flesh 
Night people come out 
   in the shadows 
The smell of stale beer 
      and laughter 
comes from an after - hours club 
    The dark side of the city 
sings and dances as the 
   clouds block the  moonlight 
the night people 
    remain 
anonymous
   in the urban shadows

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Robert Pettit

Date: 9/9/2012 4:02:00 PM

Reads as if you were in Atlantic City, NJ at one time. In your ninth line, is your word "neddle" supposed to be "needle"? Just correct that, plus "theri" (is it "their"?) in your fifth line, and you have an impressive write.

Joe Maverick

Date: 9/9/2012 5:41:00 AM

Annonimity and despair I read in your lines, Matthew, coupled with a close portrayal of the pulsing flow of the big City.."

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 9/7/2012 8:01:00 AM

A belated thank you for your kind comments on my poetry Matthew. Love, Carol

Matthew Anish
Date: 9/25/2012 9:17:00 PM

Thank you - Sunshine! Peace & Love Matthew Anish

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 9/1/2012 7:20:00 PM

Matt, (soupmail) I have seen a little change in your poetry.. I mean that in a good way.. I really mean it, I'm not calling it dark, but for sure EPIC.. I love the fashion look here, very anonymous like the universe... enjoyed..pd

Joann Grisetti

Date: 8/31/2012 1:59:00 PM

A sober commentary on life in our cities.