Concrete Jungle Vines

Inscrutable fuselage city

Became a culture gnashing teeth.

Between the street lamps on the block,

A man stands bootstrapped slanging rock.

Man no. 2 fades into view,

2's head knocked back;

1's hand c***s strap;

A dirty cop wields Moirai's glock.

Adirondack swings,

And lollipop rings,

Are idyllic things you only dreamed about experiencing.

Just rest assured your past was just as modern and morose - 

Just as bland and comatose - 

As the rest of us had. 

Author's Note

I swear to god I only write dark poetry when I'm happy and sunlit poetry when I'm not. The next one will be happy I swear.

Reviews

[Neville]

seriously sinister........... be happy..

[RomaineCoppola]

Hahahah thanks for your concern Mr. Pettitt, but this was just an idea that came to me one day, and I felt like it was worth expanding on. I am a very, very happy person.

But I'm glad you found it sinister:) That means it did what I wanted hahah

[Neville]

success is youre's sayeth some one or another......

[RomaineCoppola]

You're a wise man Mr. Pettitt

[Neville]

I've been called a lot of things in my time..... wise was not one of them, until now...... thank you....Neville