Jesse Statman Poems

driving at night on the highway
eyes fixed on the road
someone told me just that night it was
hard to let things go
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from brownstone streets of children's books
from basements of chamomile and the common cold
from wanting to vomit, unable to get out
from screeching owls across the sky while sleeping
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1:
i'm listening to a song
the singing is extremely emotional,
but the instrumentation is completely electronic
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they went to find a place to sleep
they woke up inside what seemed like a mansion
a resting place for those who feel the need
to stay and wait as the rain sets
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let's go out into the city tonight
i live on the streets of this city by day
and parade into homes for spare change by night
to wait and go out into the city again
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1:
i walked around, and saw
a large open air market
i saw two young women cooking funnel cakes
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