The Alleys of Virtual Municipalities
By David J Walker
I love walking
the rutted roads
Running in
hidden groves
Through
the residential jungles
the rambling
backyard boulevards
dividing the
single file plies of
dirt and gravel
A straight line between
Picket fenced fortresses of
Flimsy privacy providing
Trash truck Sunday drivers with a
A No man’s land-bound with trees &
Treasures found by
dumpster divers
I love listening
To the feral catcalls
in the last stand of
wildland
Overruled by skulks of city foxes
I love trekking
The pioneered turnpikes
On fast mountain bikes
Riding & reading between
the telephone lines
mapped by
XYZ Municipalities and
The vague virtual realities of
An alley’s informalities
I love the
Tell all tall tales
Of what fails to be
Needed anymore
Underscored by
Overflowing dumpsters
Categories:
wildland, allegory,
Form: Rhyme
I combed through the sand mirrors,
removing them all.
Wildland was centered on a horde of foes.
I appeared on the seashore,
as a result of a tsunami.
From the ramifications of a waterway.
I've been looking forward to the coming days.
You were also the most skilled craftsman.
I walked across the breeze,
scaffolding to the apex.
The length of his lashes had an impact on him.
I've wished for days that would never come.
As a painter, you were unbeatable
Looking up, I was able to,
overcome the breeze connection.
He shortened his lashes,
to the length of a chestnut's.
What are you hoping to achieve?
You're extinguishing your vigor.
Written: August 24, 2021
Categories:
wildland, analogy, betrayal, change, character,
Form: Free verse
When you walk deep into a wildland
Seeing butterflies dancing in flowers
It's chanting by flying you understand
Suchlike the angels touring in the clouds
You are romantic
While you saw a little newly born bird
Chasing by a bulky starving grey mouse
Your empathy soar bitterly into absurd
And blame the predator for no occults
You are benignant
You are romantic and you are benignant
You will surely be blessed by the land
*Good luck for being positively romantic and having concentrated empathy.
Categories:
wildland, angel, animal, bird, blessing,
Form: Verse
Scorching through the night like a dead, damned flame;
singing wildland hymns to the oncoming rain.
Watching stars fall into her eyes and her falling, too;
everything is destined to end like this.
When she howls, I can hear my eardrums shatter;
the depth of her is terrifying.
I want her depth to be my sanctuary;
I want to feel her shatter.
Categories:
wildland, loss, love, relationship,
Form: Prose