Come Together

Since Negrodamus Negronoshowed..
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Blinded by
madcap lanterns blocked by month-old
bird nests, filtering the light
into many piercing beams
the orb settled its score and placed a fate
on autumn, and now then winter
Crickets and cicadas
forced days, long and pedestrian
to make way for blue nights
So the crimson nails
of summerheat leave bleeding pockmarks
on the throbbing heartbeat (citizens)

An old man sells
warm, viscous beers from a ratty brown knapsack
in the park.
The fountain sputters and sweats.
A hoodlum takes off his blue and black Yankees
cap and clears the sweat from his brow.
A worker leans heavenly on his tool of destruction,
the phallic machinery punching through dusty
concrete before a luminous jet of water trickles and then bursts.
The shrubs turn green overnight,
like the flip of God's switch exploded green paint across
a dull, faltering canvas.
Twelve old friends share four pints of apricot beer beside
a high definition TV, gazing at a black and white film,
while a ceiling fan half off its hinges turns, and turns,
and turns.

The skill of an artist,
is to make the living look dead,
a sweltering, leathered fashionista
ponders as he paints, in water colour,
the vista of a thousand summerdreams.
He inhales frantically,
the bulb of the cigarette turning vividly orange.
His painting is quite awful.
It lacks depth, technique, proper colouration.
But for that moment, the people stop,
the world stops turning,
the people stop turning,
Everything comes together.

wow.the painting aint realy awful. I felt like you started off with a more complex style of putting down your ideas then became more explicit. it was good,coz it helped me understand the first bit. its a nice poem man. it all comes together. Bless.

You are really spot on with imagery. I mean wow, I felt it was a bit daunting even but it's still something to be admired. Do you have an alias or something? I don't usually see this type of writing from newer members but I am very impressed. I think you could have done a bit more in the piece in terms of making a connection with the reader but as far as painting a picture, you were all there. I loved the line about the fountain sweating, a powerful thing that is. PLEASE KEEP DROPPING, I really want to see more from you, I mean like to the point where I might want you on po'ethics if you keep active.

Aw, you know me man, its M and then an a and then a c.

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