the drunk's walk

By seannelson

Wed, 03 Sep 2014
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semi-stumbling
advances the sadly drawn torso
of the torment saint...

The sun is hot
and sinking...
the air smoky,
the soul and the sidewalks
droll, sordid, and
uneven

yesterday's sacred roses
are mechanically lopped
still wearing Venus' blush
on the dark earth of the chemical garden;
the lilacs are cropped and topped,
and a cursed half-moon
has hung
throughout the day

'for this,
for everything,
we are out of tune'

Certificate U
Poem
a prayer for Prison Pete
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Some wonderful metaphors in this poem,  like:- 

yesterday's sacred roses are mechanically lopped

still wearing Venus' blush

on the dark earth of the chemical garden;

 

Pretty powerful scene you conjured here. 

An interesting read.

Jenny.