Best Street Sign Poems

its tin metal somewhat mangled 
            from a moving van that fetched impairment
twisted signage...

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~Woody Wood From the Hood~

Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life,
Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife
You log in,...

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I was there 
On my way to Laflin when the 55th and Garfield bus slowed down.
He should have been passed out from excitement like other...

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The crossroads made of fire

I walked my share of crossroads
But this path was mine to bare,
The street sign made of brimstone
And sulfur lingered in the...

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I was driving on Confused Avenue, only to find a T section at the end of the Avenue, I had to turn left, turn right,...

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Do you want to talk or keep quiet?
I always have a problem with this
I talk too much
And I like to share
I always like to blobber...

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He stands on his corner of the street
Born to a life full of lies
Somehow he manages no sign of defeat
The city sees another dark face,...

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Seven pigeons sitting cold in the snow,
upon a street sign trembling;
and the snow is falling.

As if on cue they fly on snowy wings,
circling...

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Hello Issaquena
by Curtis Johnson

The county seat, humidity, and musical beats. 
After many years, I went to visit my hometown,
Hoping to walk down memory lanes of...

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I never did do very well with survival. 
I used to yell by choice at life expecting an echo 
to call back and fall in...

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We walk about bristly in the heat of the day,not knowing when it will happen.
Some watch mere predictions on picture screens before setting out to...

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Four Crows on 76th Street


High above the intersection,
Four Crows look out on the rest of us.
Some of us stop at their light, some of us
turn...

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A Little Boy’s World
By Curtis Johnson

When I was a little boy, I was always well behaved.  Well, most of the time.
Being honest and respectful...

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My mind awakens
to this extravagant pull
  like being jerked
when standing to close
to a jet engine starting.
I feel my top rise,
   mind diving
...

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the very tip of the flame, the

color of shite journalism, “stars

of spectral classes f & g,” a ripe

banana peel, piss full of vitamins

being flushed out,...

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