Red berry park

jot my thoughts down

or joint them down,

dark streets that whistle the sounds of dancing people

slowly losing soberness

like the girl who always losses her panties,

thick masala aroma over chimneys

one would think its a masala bomb,

screams of the voices that were never born keep me awake at night tossing & turning

as sodom and gomorrah relives.

Reviews

[Lucien Maier]

dark streets that whistle the sounds of dancing people is an outstanding line. good flow in this piece.

[Graggz]

thank you lucien