Matt Ullman

Rookie (9-22-1971 / Chicago)

Parade - Poem by Matt Ullman

Drove to a jagged town
out on the edge of noplace
to see a parade

Didn't seem to be worth
the drive amidst
prosperous sights and sounds
flashing images
neon polka dots
of a smiling clown's shoes
flying candy
old fashioned cars
geared by the Lion's Club
bells ringing
people shouting
students marching
to The Beat,
'til the next day
I strolled the avenue
asphalt wasteland
of princes and notions
sights and sounds
littered with paper

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 8, 2010

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