A day in the life of dupont circle

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    A day in the life of dupont circle

    Sitting Squatting waiting rotting

    hopefully spotting that screen on these machines i been watching

    cuz green is a means to the escape i been plotting

    and jotting these thoughts i sketch about gettin caught

    cuz heats been brought to the streets of dupont

    so shady

    and the shade of the trees is not what i mean

    this spot is now shot

    jumpout cops undercovers come from underneath rocks

    circlin the blocks got the circle on lock

    as the temperature rises on the other banks clock

    another notch higher

    i grab my stuff all my bags stuffed with razors and pliers

    audio video wires mp3 cds's out dated club flyers

    and yes all my attire

    i hire a cab rent a room spend an entire days pay

    am i playin with fire?

    if i lie to myself does that make me a liar?

    i confess my situation is dire

    yet this wire i walk wears thin

    climbin bean stalks i cant ever win

    yet i plan again and again

    yet im where i begin

    all caught in, my old skin, my old scars

    now its all about cards

    credit not debit, powder and hard

    pharmacuetical oh so beautiful magic little shards

    and dive bars, and hotels

    oh i know it so well, its so swell,

    indulging in my own hell

    but dont tell no one i fell

    well, well, here i am at this crossroads, its this famliar decision

    incisions so freakin old

    envision livin different but i just dont know

    right now i just need somethin cold

    so i cant even finish this poem

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    Sidecar commented on A day in the life of dupont circle

    03-11-2009

    Yep . . . I feel that . . . sounds like the same shit I went through . . . and countless others at that . . . I appreciate you piece here . . . so real.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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