4:44————————–

Originally posted on Laz Freedman's Poetry Blog:
Four forty-four, morning creeps, garbage is out, Butchers with guilt free meat, houses like templates, Wise old owls slipped away, cats snuck off safely too, Bullets approved with jackets and vests, Barely make it till four forty-four. ————————————————– By Laz.F. 25/2/2010

_____Cement Grows__

Originally posted on Laz Freedman's Poetry Blog:
  City’s so old The… Cement grows ? ? ……………………… By Laz.F.5/5/2010