Atlanta
for miles
you never really leave the south
or the south never leaves you.
i am not sure which one.
the ghost stay though.
that i am certain of.
a humid past
that clings to everything.
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the south drips…
(wham, home run poem)
thank you jim.
So good !!
❤
this oughta be in every local of New Orleans, profound and honest to a tea
thank you. i am from new orleans.
Chingie concert bombed that bad hunh? well… at least yall got a good poem outta it.
ummmm. thank you. atlanta is our kind of town. also chance not “chingie”. dork.
My favorite:
the ghost stay though.
that i am certain of.
a humid past
that clings to everything.
thank you so much. mine too.
Every line!
❤
Wow, that ending! Very nice.
thank you so much.