Give me arrowhead decency
A supreme meaning to see
Beyond embattlements and car parts
After hustle bustle relapse
To witness standing strong
Cause I'm strung out, overloaded, debugged
Drifting midnight's icy whisper dangled
From crocodile boots and machete clearing
Out in the open hoping
Rope will wrastle my animal farm
Yet Orwell's nightmare occupies,
Blackens my ink pen rebuttal
Finally emerge to sea urchins churning
The real organism emersed in daylight
My mind faded a dime revoling escalator evolved
Through tyrannical times
The lustre of passing though after paying dues
Where now we meet and greet
The street looking juicy and sweet
Categories:
wrastle, childhood, urban,
Form: Free verse