Poetry Time!
This poem is entitled: How Philly Phanatic Got His Groove Back
There are acoustics in the air
Echoing the foundations of an ancient city...
A city.
Where ghosts still take psychical shape
For our amusement as they sell us soft pretzels?
Is that guy shouting something nonsequential?
And is he climbing a street post to tell the world...
... he's on top of it?
I can only smile at this.
Take small notes in my ever-deleting memory.
With no concern of the past
And at the moment no calendar for a future.
Philly!
You turned me into a flesh-eating talisman!
Bastard of all Trades!
Torturer of Prohibition!
Maker of Mummer Dreams!
... Just you eat your Quaker Oats!
With City Hall looming like an omen of wisdoms
Or that stomach unsettling
You be the judge as we drink to our fill with Carpet-bagging...
Cross that.
I mean jumping the band wagon.
Go to Modell's!
Half off sale!
I like the shirt with the prediction in the background.
Hear me Philly!
I've walked your streets.
I've met your ghosts.
I've suffered your debt.
I've eaten your past.
I've digested your present.
I've crossed those lines.
Now,
Only now
I'm beginning to feel that sensation when your brain is telling you...
Stop touching the fire! YOU IDIOT!
... or umm...
You stepped on rusty nail! DUMB ASS!
... and my fave...
Drum roll.
Dude!!! You're getting a DELL?
And it took twenty-eight years to figure that out.
There are acoustics in the air
Echoing the foundations of an ancient city...
A city.
Where ghosts still take psychical shape
For our amusement as they sell us soft pretzels?
Is that guy shouting something nonsequential?
And is he climbing a street post to tell the world...
... he's on top of it?
I can only smile at this.
Take small notes in my ever-deleting memory.
With no concern of the past
And at the moment no calendar for a future.
Philly!
You turned me into a flesh-eating talisman!
Bastard of all Trades!
Torturer of Prohibition!
Maker of Mummer Dreams!
... Just you eat your Quaker Oats!
With City Hall looming like an omen of wisdoms
Or that stomach unsettling
You be the judge as we drink to our fill with Carpet-bagging...
Cross that.
I mean jumping the band wagon.
Go to Modell's!
Half off sale!
I like the shirt with the prediction in the background.
Hear me Philly!
I've walked your streets.
I've met your ghosts.
I've suffered your debt.
I've eaten your past.
I've digested your present.
I've crossed those lines.
Now,
Only now
I'm beginning to feel that sensation when your brain is telling you...
Stop touching the fire! YOU IDIOT!
... or umm...
You stepped on rusty nail! DUMB ASS!
... and my fave...
Drum roll.
Dude!!! You're getting a DELL?
And it took twenty-eight years to figure that out.