Matthew Anish Poet Ballad

Blackout Blues

Yeah, the lights
are out
the masses are
moving, moving
but to where?
     Children play in city parks
      while 
       their elders 
                 fret about
     the weather
       the electro - mechanical techno
          dream we live
           with
                  melts like ice
      on a sunny day
Yes, and molten dreams
are the stuff 
              of everyday 
reality
        here in the heart 
         of the asphalt 
                      homeland

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Andrea Dietrich September 9, 2010 at 10:46 PM You sure must be in the city alot, Matthew, you write like one who knows it so well. This is great! Luv, Andrea