Water Urban Poems

in hills where buffaloes roam

i brew coffee in my home

excess grounds water cold

bitter stale much too bold

grateful when my wife gets home.
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There are flakes of black stuck to my palm
remnants of the bottle’s cheap paint
clinging to the rich warmth of my veins

It isn’t a surprise to...

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around were they planned to build a new city they
designed a perfect place to fool novice people and to
enlighten the brokenhearted. One designer said when
people...

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The Goblin takes his place TQ at the start of the race
Five more goody two shoes line up through sixth place
Pumpkin bombs locked at the...

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Moment

Moment
So little
So tiny
Passes by quickly
Like a busy bee on its duty
Like a wind hurring for the north
Passes by quickly
Like a fly for its substience
Like a...

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•	CHILDREN OF THE SEWAGE-

First I no more I drink not of the toilet water;
I save the sewage for the benign sister and brother;
Children of default...

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she lived in a very big house
condemned, by the common air of
dirty tricks and dusty sunshine
by the moon of arms, arms stretched
over her head

over the...

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THE JUNGLE

The trees sway
The birds fly
The cats sit silently
The monkeys swing 
The people smile 

The trees fall 
The birds die
The cats run
The monkeys fall
The people...

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The city is awash with water 
Rainclouds above are 
pouring down rain 
on the urban dwellers
Between the drops there is humid air
Pools of water form
near...

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City lights
City lights
From my window I 
    can see them 
Hear the cars rushing by on the FDR drive 
The city is...

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The City makes me work for them.
Time to sort my trash.
And then they tell me "Rinse it off",
they charge the bill for cash....

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A friend went missing,
I didn’t believe it was true,
They say she was kissing,
A boy whose fear she knew.

A friend went missing,
They say she was far...

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A rather young couple have
Moved in together
In the two up, two down
Across the street.
Not for them conventionality
Or conformity:
No wedding band offends
Her third finger, left hand
Nor,...

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In a future that did bleep and blare,
Under a sky full of darkest pollutions,
These zombies have no thoughts to spare.

Faces glued to screens without care,
Lacking...

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How long will I wait Mr. Waiter?
You only brought me water,
yet I requested for ox-tail soup,
and a bowl of carrots and a tulip.
Mr. Waiter, you...

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