Frail and Concrete

Beguiling despair has painted saffron on blue tinted royalty
And the red weeps at the smiling toddlers
Running across the busy street,

Oh! the wicked cab
that swallows the young bud..
and reflects the old stud who shines....
And the kids-
falter with a raving gentle thud...

Sister cries while Mrs. whines
And steals the glittering-
Golden ear-ring...
Some hundred woes fleet,
and some thousand woes they greet....

And over the years
Thin limbs shrink
The abdomen swells
The eyes blink
And the cab shrieks...

Deafening.



Empty pail full of lies and stale rice of yesterday morning
Brewing with stench and squalor-
That lives within a mother's frowning
And a father lives his tiny life
On a crazy ride
On  some malodorous toxic liquor....

Drowning.



Dutiful beer right at its place
To satiate the bulging adipose
And the w***e's ear-ring kisses the Mister's
As the Mrs squirts......

Caressing.



The mighty takes
An unassailable lead...
As the black tinted words have begun weeping...

We are all..

Listening.

Reviews

[Rory CJ Frankson]

******************************************************** All Stars ***********************************

An amazing amount of seeming contrary event in a tapastry of exposed actuality, passing at a vertual blur, and it stirring startling impressions like
a collage. A very couful abstraction that paints it way to concsiousness.
Areas of its corners that my need study to reaveal the artistic present to
the senses open to such.

Very artfully laid out in its flow, the one thing to point out...

As the black tinted words have begun weeping...
We _ar_ all.. {are}
Listening

***************************************************************** Shine *******************************

Great writing friend and fellow Poet. Write On / Right On!
Romon in Review...
Peace

[deeps]

yikes! very descriptive write and visual. well done!