Poems

Wonderboy's Poem:

Suburban Beauty

White picket fence neatly trimmed
Grass pressed flat beneath soles
Steady beat of solstice
Heel to toe heel to toe
Walk-in closets framed portraits
Eye level

Two feet sucked to the bathroom floor
Moisture gripping between skin and tile
A naked reflection and blank stare
Shared by one in the wall mirror
Hung above a sink
Two more feet take hold the surface
Stepping from a steamed abyss

Face down in down
Screaming into sheets to drown
The sound
Behind closed doors
Lies
A truth few come to know
If only these walls could talk
Chimes the grandfather clock

Cold chrome nips temples
Soon another black
Automobile parade down the
Street where neighbors share drinks
Barbeques and pools
White picket fences guard a castle
Defending all the kings horses
And all the kings men


MY Reaction:

Urban Reality

Blood stained couches breath the flame
Of a terror restrained in a shallow nihility
Constant beats of sorrow
Bumpitity bump bump bumpity bump
Licking the lips
And drooling

One foot sturdy on the shower floor
A dampened wall grasping the innocent toes
Breathing becomes heavy
The curtain is pulled
Metal spawns the scarlet flow
Of liquids drawn jaggedly down
Dragging masses through a steamed abyss

Warmth renews
The vacant accepts the solid
But the shrieks are saturated
And pain is rampant
In these Does that have no say
If only these neighbors would talk
Mutters the district attorney

Youth filled potholes are a prospering breed
Where buildings rise high
And the sky lacks color
Anonymous men stroll
Court systems ponder
White papers guard the individual
Attacking all the weak horses
And all the weak men.