18th Street

18th Street

A Poem by Connor

Is this how its supposed to be?
Is this how its supposed to be?
We are just nervous skin
over broken bones.
Is this how its supposed to be?
Is this how its supposed to be?
We are just fragile kin,
with alibis to hone.
The alley behind 18th street,
the money behind the dumpster.
This is where our ends will meet,
our beginnings. 

© 2010 Connor


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Added on May 27, 2010
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Connor
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i'm a journalism student attending northeastern university. my dorm bookshelf currently holds big sur by jack kerouac, the stranger by albert camus and junky by william burroughs. my favorite music ar.. more..