Wood Cellar Vinyl

Discarded polaroids

Afternoon Sun

.
The afternoon sun
Beats down on all
that are exposed

sittin’ on Brighton Line
Slowly descending
Then silently disappearing
motionless beyond our visceral cognitive perception
This dirty City Skyline
paints murals of abandoned hope     here we raise pigeons as cabbage         we exchange dreams for sexual  favours. Holly still haunted by her absences of yesterday this call
home

Huddled in doorways
The shadows move
Sus skirting tragic
unwashed eyes survey
pitch black souls
half dead, void of life
light cigarettes
Stolen from liquor store
countertops and Punjab
the 24/7 cashier
Just don’t give a shit
(better to not get involved)

Outside
… sparks fly from
magnesium wheels
clouds of thunder roar
under neon moon-light 
deception

Cherry-red polish
vinyl seats pushed back
endless desire consume
Speed* Sex* Wanton Desire

Cold eyes watch violent
images of Pornographic
scenes of sadist erotica
Discarded polaroids
close up shots of seventies
wooden paneled walls

PVC plastic
Blood splattering
Blue knotted hands…
Swollen and bruised
fingernail bed lesions
Clawing for freedom
Freedom from life
Itself

Mute whimpers,
pathetic sobbing
Abandoned hope
Reels it’s ugly head

A beating heart
Exhumed
placed within
an aluminum box
Hidden away
Just
another token
Relic
Somewhere
underneath
a Blue Movie
Cast in the
Production
in a serial
Manhattan
Dream

.
Maria Crest/ MB93
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Published by 🌙 Crescent Moons 🌙

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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