My Adopted Burg
Once upon a time I saw the vibrant
Roses on your streets, festooning both sides.
Now some of those appear wilted, as if
Mauled by a virulent strain of fungus.
Now I see frosted feet seeking cover,
Marooned in river of woes flooding streets.
I see them pushing their stuffed shopping cart
to better grounds to escape the rigors.
Magnolia-lined boulevards still criss-
Cross forbidden avenues, passing through
Manicured grounds of opulent bungalows,
Trimmed with the sharp tools of gardeners:
Still stand prim and proper. Gardeners fear
Master's fierce dog-whistle. Still plot to
Be on the level ground to realize
The recurrent dream of whiffing fragrance
On the other side of gulf. Which they can
Only guess since their senses are muffled.
©2020 Aman
Makati, Philippines
Burg of hue and cry, lustily hairy gridlock of stiff mortals.
10.04.16
For Silent One's contest
"Where I Live One Liner"
damn
back on the street again
the dime bag copping
ego dropping
dampened dope dreams street again
a street in a burg called the blues baby
where wicked witchy women are on the stroll
bopping to rock and roll
as i light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
where even the sages are bores
and destitution oozes from the pores of us junkies
johns
and drunken few
and what are we all trying to do'
just pay our due baby,
JUST PAY OUR DUE
2012...free cee PHREEPOETREE
A STREET IN A BURG CALLED THE BLUES
DAMN, BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING
EGO DROPPING
DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues BA BY
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES, JOHNS AND F****D UP
FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
We’re JUST PAYING OUR DUEs, baby
JUST PAYING OUR DUE
© 2011.…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
DAMN,
BACK ON THE STREET AGAIN!
THE DIME BAG COPPING EGO DROPPING DAMPENED DOPE STREET DREAMS AGAIN………….
a street in a burg called the blues baby~
Where wicked wretched women are on the stroll~
Bopping to rock and roll
As I light upon the utterly wanton wishes of woeful whores
Where even the sages are bores
AND DESTITUTION OOZES FROM THE PORES OF US JUNKIES,
JOHNS
AND SCREWED UP FEW
AND FEW KNEW WHAT WE ALL KNEW
BECAUSE IN THE END WHAT ARE WE ALL REALLY TRYING TO DO?
JUST PAY OUR DUE BABY,
JUST PAY OUR DUE ..........................
© 2011.…Poefree