Walk Home
In urban life, something is lost
Civilization is a plasticized life
Fashionable term of blindness
Oh, this is a wrong assessment!
We live in a contemporary world!
See lies as truth, and don’t think!
This is the key to modern life!
Drugged and deceived masses
By economic psychology, reined!
They enjoy this life
I am not domesticated
I am not urbanized
Live in nature
Without mass
And walk alone
That’s the life
Love of life
Meet with God
Categories:
plasticized, god, humanity, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
Apart from the worn stone-step
where drunks still topple,
or the hand-painted sign,
all has changed,
now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia,
all ‘local color’ painted over.
In the car park,
two frizzy blondes face off,
The smaller has plastic bangles,
she rattles like a Zulu warrior,
fingers stab through cusswords.
Youths shout
over the clomping-thump
of their car radios.
"I used to come here often"
I explain to my incredulous wife.
"Good times."
Categories:
plasticized, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Ocean in the umbral limbo
sea breeding of Plasticized fish garbage
it's not real hell but it seems
Categories:
plasticized, abuse, allusion, appreciation, creation,
Form: Free verse
Apart from the worn stone-step
where drunks still topple
all has changed.
Now a neon glow backlights a plasticized fascia.
In the in the parking lot two blonds face-off.
one has extra-large ear bangles,
and she rattles like a Zulu warrior,
fingers stabbing through cuss-words.
Youths shout
over the clomping-thump
of their car radios.
I used to come here often
I explain to my incredulous wife.
“Good times”, I say unconvincingly.
She won't go in, but I have to pee.
Inside there’s a blaze of corporate ersatz.
In the cramped `gents’,
a die-hard seediness persist.
There’s an old-time essence
of Borax and Vanish..
A condom dispenser (a peeling relic),
links me to a few beery memories.
Categories:
plasticized, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Smooth Sailing
Delicate youth
Somewhere down the line
Is the spring of a bloom
Grown up to smell the fumes
Smooth sailing
True to form
A portrait framed
In cornflower wallpaper
Wild weeds
Broken skin
Shedding
Thin paper wings
Strange creatures
crawling within
Echos bouncing
Off the walls
Music and noise
Blocked doors
Locked and chained
The road
Leading to nowhere
But somewhere close
Familiar
Sharp
Under the nose
Carrying on
Turning against the tide
Polka dot eyes
Crystalline,round
Looking all about
We’ve got the night to cry
For the wrinkle in our eyes
Worn away
Crinkly and plasticized
A puff of smoke
Rough notes on the piano
Though not too much of a pain
Is dry against the grain
Gliding knives
Across the heart
A tease for torture
Wounds in the bloody rain
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
03/23/20
Categories:
plasticized, age, betrayal, blessing, character,
Form: Free verse