Asphalts Poems - Poems about Asphalts

...The shape of the world is not a man standing on a globe, or a man dressed in white robe, it is the shape of the heart that leaves you scrambling in the dark. It resonates through the machines and di......

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...Idle Thoughts When I write of a rose should I add the adjective beautiful I have never seen an ugly rose. Therefore, all roses are stunning But we can argue about whether we like red or wh......

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...Through the opened orifice of humanities consciousness, the whirling, whirring, rush of rain; tumults round the asphalts plane. Spritzing, spreading, shrieking, zing… the staccato sounds of we......

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...Three o’clock in the afternoon: the sun should have been scorching the asphalts and the shingles on roofs, but spurts of red electric spark ran across the sky. Blackness smothered any h......

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