Poems About: CHICAGO
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313.Teenage Days Of One Helluva Chicago Summer.
Hey, you sittin' over there by yourself...
Are ya playin' wit yerself, or a handy mini pocket elf, offa yer homely home's bookshelf?
EyE Said, it's time yew hid and resume playin' wit yerself! !
Whut, yew kinnot here mey? read more »Michael Gale
314.On The Murder Of Lieutenant Jose Del Castillo By The Falangist Bravo Martinez, July 12, 1936
When the Lieutenant of the Guardia de Asalto
heard the automatic go off, he turned
and took the second shot just above
the sternum, the third tore away read more »Philip Levine
315.Prophecy of a Ten Ton Cheese
In presenting this delicate, dainty morsel to the imagination of the people, I believed that it could be realized. I viewed the machine that turned and raised the mamoth cheese, and saw the powerful machine invented by James Ireland at the West Oxford companies factory to turn the great and fine cheese he was making there. This company with but little assistance could produce a ten ton cheese.
Who hath prophetic vision sees read more »James McIntyre
316.Boys of Summer
Are housed in summer’s delight.
Parks tower toward the sky
And stretch out for city blocks;
Restaurants, vendors spinning like tops. read more »Carol D. Meeks
Through sleet and fogs to the saline bogs
Where the herring fish meanders,
An army sped, and then, 't is said,
Swore terribly in Flanders: read more »Eugene Field
318.Pretty Girls Don't Take Hallucinogenic Substances, They Are
Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
Pretty girls are like ether clouds inflating and deflating male egos,
Sometimes they give you a real cocaine high,
Making you feel like a millionaire executive of General Motors, read more »Alexander Shaumyan
319.Shabbona Swimming Pool
I feel warmth
from hot water pipes,
as I lean against the wall
to pull up my swimsuit. read more »Cynthia Gallaher
Her childhood was a cake-walking daydream,
full of lazy, summertime days and peaceful, riverboat nights,
as she imagined friends like Potato Head and King Porter.
She strutted with barbecue in the fiery French Quarter read more »Michael Monroe
321.Sunrise in Chicago River West
Showering down an arc of meteors as it clacks across an off-kilter joint,
The 'L' grumbles above Lake Street,
Smearing early morning as the Kosher butchers trundle their loads up ramps into the hungering maw of road behemoths snoring in anticipation. read more »Robert J Meyer
Hail you great city and what do I hear?
An electric cacophony of noise and noise read more »Trucker Jeff
Dad taught me to tie it
to get a Cub Scout merit badge,
to shine my shoes for another one.
I was being groomed, literally, read more »Max Reif
324.She Looked Old
That damned tooth gave me truckloads of curry
and I had to reluctantly go
to the dentist, her name was Doc Murray
in the town of Antonio. read more »Herbert Nehrlich