The City

With his hat cocked over one
Eye
(for the ladies, and for glamour.)
Meandering through
A cacophony of indulgences
Strewn on a barren plain of
Hedonism.
A mirage of lucidity
In that same eye,
(still completely unaware.)
Prosperity an illusion,
Depravity engulfing it.
“Foolish wanderer!
Purveyor of Nietzschean complexities!”
Whose shoulder brushes a pig – tailed girl
Garbed in the epitome
Of innocence.
(Except for small digressions,
Such as the shirt exposing
Her undeveloped navel.)
Now like Pomona,
yet destined to
Submit to a barrage of
Society’s emaciation complex.
(And its related advertisements.)
Like all the other flowers,
(Crushed by a gust of wind
exhaled by a not quite omniscient
God.)
But for now,
She walks,
And with little thought of magnitude,
She tosses an unimportant penny
To a beggar,
Completely devoid of eloquence.
Entertaining contemplations of a
.357 to his temple.
Protected solely by his unkempt hair.
(Accumulating the grease of
Immorality shed by the
Slightly inconsiderate city.)
Comforted by the sometimes silent,
Sometimes deafening clang of
A reminder of better days.
His only respite,
Comes from spare change,
Dropped into his impoverished chalice
by the storekeeper every day
Who walking with an uneven tread,
His foot wandering,
Only to be brought back again by his resolve.
Honed by experience,
And by foolish errors.
For “experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.”
Or at least that’s what he read in his
Tattered copy of Wilde ever present on his bedside table.
He had tasted success,
And ambition devoured it,
consumed it,
And continued to feed off it.
But consumed by avarice,
His morals lay bare on the fractured sidewalk
of his past.
And with this he taps the cold disk
that calls forth the quiet “ching”
Calling for payment where payment is due.
But he doesn’t look up.
At the man with his hat
Cocked over one
Eye
As he walks through the cold metal door,
Lost in itself so much that it does not realize
It is a portal to
Discovery.
And the man steps through the
Gleaming opening,
And for the first time sees the city,
For its radiant tributes to Apollo
Standing taller than Olympus,
But also for the silhouette –
Of a wall swathed in the protests
Of the poor.
He pauses for an eternity,
Then, as his father had taught him
Amidst cries of anguish from an unborn child,
He adjusts his hat,
Stepping into the light,
And continuing on,
As if nothing had
Happened.

How it Feels

Sometimes…
Sometimes I feel like
stars trickling down stained glass
windows in the middle of a
warm spring day.
Or like
rainbows kissing riverbanks
pouring waterfalls down the
eiffel tower.
Maybe even like
l-stop conversations turning odes
to streetlamps playing footsie
with children in the park.
You see,
I look at her and it’s
fireflies playing tag in
your grandmother’s backyard
while sweet tea sways in the
new orleans breeze.
Not to say that it isn’t
roses,
or chocolate,
or eskimo kisses.
It’s just…
Well,
It’s more than that.
It’s…
It’s you.

Cry

Tears drip certainty
into a river of love
as it circles, slides, and crashes
on rock after rock after
rock.
on a journey to the Sea.
violent shaking gives way
to breath interchanging warmth
with skin softened by
Sea salt.

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Love kisses
the sunset as it
casts a glow
on skin touching
skin
against silk waves;
and toes like sand
between toes.
lips slide
against soft rises
of lips cast like
dunes
against stars playing
rays of fingertips
along the soft white sand,
glowing almost half as bright as your
eyes
as white caresses
swirling azure mists that wrap golden amber around my
heart and
the hot summer air
breathes warmth between
dunes cast in the pale starlight
illuminating an
Embrace.

Night

Moonlight
Plays shadows sliding eternity.
against
sidewalk cracks.
Tripping the light fantastic
across
rivers coursing A positive.
A positive outlook on moonbeams
Dancing
ghostly minuettes
Across streetlights shining
on
empty.
Empty full of empty
intertwining with nothing over and over
in desirous embrace,
as Empty kisses Nothing
and nothing clings to empty.
until…
until it is Everything.

A Fresh Start

Welcome all,

From now on....I will post my random poetic musings at this sight.

David