A Cat Named Hobo

by Voiceless   Sep 20, 2007


I've spent far too much time as a nihlist
Athiest
Anarchist
Bedding down quite comfortably
In the belief of nothing but myself

And too much time pushing
With half-spent smokes
And no cash
And Kerouac
On a rucksack full of clothes
On a stranger's sage green carpet

This is the future
Connected
Both on- and in-line
With windows, locks and doors
of Gypsum, chalk and lime

I've spent too much time
mining.
I've grown quite tired
of killing canaries
and eating the night at noon.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Alexandra Jade Brewer

    Hey! Wow well done, it was really unique! Great job, your words are really powerful! Keep up the amazing work! 5/5

  • 17 years ago

    by ghosts in bloom

    I really enjoyed this piece. I think it's exquisitely penned. There's so much depth. The rhythm and style was unique - and fit well with this poem. This is definitely one of my favorites. Wonderful job!

    Write On!
    Take Care,
    Smiles,
    *N

  • 17 years ago

    by Melpomene

    This was quite the great poem, I'm going to keep an eye out for future works of yours. The structure to me was a little different proberly your own personal style. The meaning portrayed behind it though was deep really capturing and honestly did take my breathe away. Keep on writing from what I see here you have some talent. Well done. ~Mel

  • 17 years ago

    by Veamm

    Excellent!

    honestly the flow is not that good, but i like your concept and usage of the words

    keep it up!

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