John Lawless Poet Blank verse

Batteries Not Included

Batteries Not Included


They sit – idle memories – languishing
crusted filth - a city’s weeping gutters.
Detritus of fast food disposal clings
to scentless bloodied thorns of tear soaked rose,
future maple trees sailing sewer bound,
adrift on a city’s polluted dreams.

Yellow lights a-swirl on oil slickened streets
highlight a scrawny stalking alley cat
sad mime back arched on a red brick facade.
Cold shush of tires on icy pavement
hissing at the joy of dancing snowflakes,
chilled chatter of recycling’s shopping carts.

Barrier reefs of soft restaurant lights
deflect the silent hardness of the night.
Wet dogs shiver in the blue cell phone light,
taut leashes battling absent owners
check for “Pee-mail” on  “Face Book” fire hydrants.

Puddles torment the feet of passersby,
tempting the feet of children and adults
dampening the spirits of the homeless.
Gutters, siphoning off a city’s soul,
seeking salvation from a moonless night
in search of a coldly distant sunrise.



12/27/2016

submitted to – Form – B – Poetry Contest

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Chris Green December 28, 2016 at 5:45 AM Very dark and sinister feeling John. Loved the final lines in this, they really closed this out nicely John Lawless December 28, 2016 at 9:33 AM thanks Chris, I find that the city and nature both have "two faces" one that shines in the daylight and one that lurks in the darkness.