Well this is my earliest post eeriest it's 527am in new York...I oft back about an hour ago from Brooklyn. A really cool party one of the best I've ever been to in my life. Largely this was due to the fact I was relaxed talked to a few new people and danced like a maniac. This poem is a commemoration of last night or tonight...
In This Warehouse
Eclipsed by dawn
Written over nights
Glowing and shimmering
Fawning fading felling
Young limber limbs
Pirouetting over the floor
Menagerie people crowding
Guzzling sipping soaking
It all in
Drinking dancing dawdling
In this warehouse
Gazing at the cleft
Revealing that girls raw nipples.
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
Keep up the US poetry J!
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