Seven Jacksons

Poem written by Lone_Witch on Thursday 17, December 2009

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Just a random poem

Overall Rating: 84.4%

This writing has been rated by 2 members, resulting in a rating of 84.4% overall. Below is a breakdown of these results:

Concept/Plot:84%
Imagery:87%
Spelling & Grammar:85%
Flow/Rhythm:82.5%
Vocabulary:83.5%
Waiting silent, cold and dirty, Boy do I remember the corner blues. All dolled up and only one place to go, Straight to hell as far as she knew. Musty high beams gliding past, Water splashes on old high heels. Seniors play with no introductions, Familiar customers all named Jackson. Midnight loneliness setting in, Flocking like moths to a red-headed flame... Second night, the seventh try feeding the birds. Seven Jacksons.
   

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    Very Interesting... Smile
    Trying to put my finger on what it reminds me of..... Must have been very random.
    Oh yeah very good.