Western Rap dialect clowns the portly boys weave wild words echoing western rappers speakin' off the chain below hilly peaks demanding degradation in gas tank lots firing from the hip ©AndrewJamesMurray
Coronets For Ghosts
Western Rap dialect clowns the portly boys weave wild words echoing western rappers speakin' off the chain below hilly peaks demanding degradation in gas tank lots firing from the hip ©AndrewJamesMurray
Poetry often brings up images to the reader that the poet never intended…one of the hallmarks of great poetry IMHO.
The “in gas tank lots – firing from the hip” bring to mind teens cruising main at midnight and meeting up in an empty parking lot” tradition of small town USA back in the day.
Just sayin’…
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It was your part of the world I was thinking of, of youths meeting to duel with words rather than weapons.
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Reblogged this on City Jackdaw and commented:
from my poetry blog
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