It is dead of night and
Blocks begin to de-light!
A fleeting relief!
Same corner, same table,
Same talks, same laughs.
Same men, same women.
Same girls, same boys.
Same streets, same malls,
Same faces, same thanks.
Same blares, same demands,
Same crowds, same yells.
Same poets, same readings,
Same followers, same clamours.
Same leaders, same promises,
Same butchers, same goats, same pigs.
Same alleys, same women,
Same bargains, same bliss.
A dog barks, a child cries,
Bats screech, winds howl.
Laconic and incisive,this is a fine stiletto of a poem that penetrates deep into the reader’s sub conscious.
humbled dear sir. much appreciated by your words of inspiration.
Excellent vivid description of night …. piercing…
humbled dear poet, stay blessed.
A visual-treat; a neatly listed catalogue.
humbled dear sir, stay blessed.