The Typewriter Poems

These poems were written on HanxWriter. My 3-step approach: Write. Fix. Post.

Sunday, November 23, 2014

THE COMEDIANS OF LITTLE MELROSE

We walk down 

a city street

where neon

is sacred

where movie 

stars are

sheepish

dieties.

I've stopped

thinking

of my childhood,

my adolescence

is nothing more

than a forgotten 

saving

grace.  In the

morning, every

one leaves

the hotel room.

No one has changed.

Posted by Dan Tricarico at 9:58 PM
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