chirpe. and we spin the wheel again!

The title had me.

Get rid of 'on a' Oh fuck... here go's Dowtown bus Snow unfolding into forever and I try heading home. I watch the crazyfresh Scrooges of campus Conspire. lurid smiles. dim city light. they dandle cellphones like unwanted infants crying hard abandoned in the clean falling of snow. U-girls Are like angels getting off Tight Glitter-bright shirt Laid over heathly shoulders. My involuntary eek of recognition. My scarf hides parched and wanting lips. Now all I will allow myself to see is a relief map on the back of an old man's neck. Hey, Whatever it takes to survive.

nicely done. i might change to this: cellphones cradled, cry like infants.

you make me chuckle...you are hilarious..that part about mississippi and white and the kkk... wild stuff. have you been to a lyncing lately? i hear they're good for life reevaluating.

Something tells me you've never seen a naked woman before... HAVE YOU? FESS UP! chirpe...that's right your chirpe is weake.

I'll think on this while i'm drinking a fruity beverage on the beatche nexte...

Sometimes i wonder if i should believe more in chirpe or charpe, and reconsider breathing or eating with or without swirly straws. Decisyon.

your ability to rhyme death with left was riveting. bravo. 10!?

this is unfinished

she'll jump at the chance when she hears you call her 'stupid whore'. oh, how she must have missed that!

cynical. as it should be.

why the 6 degrees of separation? that's kevin bacon's gig. nice action here. spell check it though!

i'm sorry, but this makes you look pathetic. have some self-respect, child!

I liked this. I gave you the blue nine a couple of hours ago. cheers.

A bit chirped... i feel and rushed.

Grrrrrrr.

Great poem! Maybe think about changing "and that's the end" since it doesn't need to rhyme, just a thought.

Airballe.

The Night Rider...