Street Freak Poem by Alec Witthohn

Street Freak



White on rice
Stringing lemon lime
Lights.

Where,
Is life long, where,
Is speech sweet, where,
Is no sleep, where,
Is my beat beat beat.

Can you here the trap
Electronic tongues on teeth
The keep the,
Beat beat beat, the
Night is street, the
Night is quick.

So keep the,
Beat beat beat.

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My feeble fatal attempt at rhythm.
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Alec Witthohn

Alec Witthohn

Denver, CO
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