Short Unsanitary Poems

Sanctuary, a sacred place
        Holy, Holy, Holy
     where worshipers reach 
        for the heavens

     Sanctuary city, anarchy and chaos
        crowded, unsanitary conditions
     tempers flare, a taste of hell and Hades
        no place for the spirit, for gentlemen or ladies...

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Calves spasm in the night
warm, wet, wavering candlelight.

Western congestion, returned plight,
the drone of insects, the mosquito’s bite;

Infected, reflected, so much fright!

Warm wet, wavering candlelight.
Calves spasm in the night.

Calm balm, unsanitary redress;
old quandary, old mess;
stomachs tension diaphragms fright;

Warm, wet wavering
Hope for the Light....

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She threads through a crush of guffawing shoulders
swoops on empties.
We sense the alluring fiction of a nylon friction,
a diction of sexual parlance dipped in moist labor.
We breathe in the unsanitary flirtations of passing thighs,
ponder the lips-speak of cherry red suggestiveness.
Winks and smiles - eyes watch her sashay away
carrying a silver tray 
with the crumpled green tokens of a trivial love....

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(This is a fictional poem)

You have the nerve to act like a fool.
You actually took a dump in my pool.
What you did was very unsanitary and mean.
I can't hit you because you're under eighteen.
My girlfriend was the one who found the tird.
That was the loudest scream I've ever heard.
I have something to say and you'd better listen to my words.
If you ever pull this stunt again, you will redigest your tird....

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Rats and cockroaches
have moved to the country.

The city is overrun with unsanitary humans,
it needs a clean cloth to thrive upon,
not the dishcloth grime
of much degraded minds.

It is a disgrace, a black mark
upon an already uncivil civilization,
however, the rats and cockroaches
are vacationing and will not return
to the metropolis

until the trash in the streets
is sanitized of mankind's
indifference and lack of interest....

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