This one is one of my father's favorites.
Green grins mysteriously.
Pink preens surreptitiously.
Yellow raises arms to the sky.
White flies high.
These next ones are good examples of how I saw the world around me as a teen. I was apparently even a sociologist back then!
In the city poverty
Is a nauseous rot-
In the disturbed blink of an eye.
In the country poverty is aired out
A show for all passerby’s
Uncomfortable with their suburban prosperity
In the midst of such degration.
But a city pretends
To be whole and alive
A leper in an Armani suit,
Dancing and drinking to the music of his own demise.
Pursuit of Happiness
The piñata shop
The hair salon
The small dying businesses
On the wrong side of town
All trademarks of The Poor’s pursuit of happiness.
Far after Costcos and Walmarts ruled the earth,
There are still these paint-chipped
With meager handmade merchandise
Shyly displayed on starving shelves.
Do not let us die!
We are someone’s
Hope in the world!
We are all they have left!
It is our sparse business
Keeping them from the streets!
For what song will the world sing for them
But that which they sing themselves?
It Starts Here
The Heavy-Hipped females
glide their way through the
Hormonal Crowds to
Rub their bodies against pubescents who
Sweat and sickly grin for
each party trying to find Romance
that they are too young for and will
ruin themselves before their prime and
Their heavy-hipped bodies will become
Heavy-Bellied with the illegitimates that were not on their Christmas lists,
Just like their mothers, lended to lust when love is scarce and abuse when attention is scarce and dance to the sickly tune of dirty beds and hearts too old for their owners.
And, one lighter one to offset all the intensity:
Bicycling breeds goats of menWith laconic wives missingStomachs and Rears(Sweated off over years)Bikers are wizened little drivers(Like stones smoothed by rivers, indistinguishable from their vehicles)They are nymphish pipe cleanersWound about metalFeet encircling pedals andBodies so entangledNo cyclist remains,
Just tight spandex shorts and a bouncy water bottle pedaling by…