The making of the road


Hot were the words, mixed
With liquid tar and boys in the shade
Their eyelids closed and play-heavy
This man turned the drum of liquid
The fires crackled and black smoke
Went up above the tree and red wall
Smooth and black like a snake.

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Trenchtownrock   Trenchtownrock wrote
on 12/15/2008 7:09:05 AM
I love this piece. I am looking at it and trying to decipher all that you have written. Many wonderful lines runs through this piece.

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Poetry based upon actual experiences, not one thought up in the intellectual aridness of a pseudo-thinker. Words as they mean in the specific context of recollected thought or image , not meaning several things at a time but that which re-creates an aura or a haze of an earlier experience.
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