- Non-Erotic Poetry
- On the south perimeter of a city
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Click hereGraffiti sticks like pollen
to every rust dull industrial wall,
every concrete grey underpass,
this season.
Some monochrome seedling tags
forgotten by its planters,
some bloomed into atonal
fanfares of color, rivalling
autumn itself in flair.
"Keep the city pretty!"
the high and mighty bellow,
throw millions at imaginary
nemeses and return
the underpass and factory
to concrete grey and rust red.
Then leaves too surrender,
and everything is
monochrome.
- COMMENTS
MyNecroticSnailover 17 years agonot sure of the use of monochrome here, looks weak, gratuitous
"Some monochrome seedling"
you've doubled monochrome, without play
nemeses?
same here - we all know how smart you are - gratuitous
minor nits, though
Anonymousover 17 years agoI love the organic metaphor contrasted with the industrial setting and pallette.
Excellent poem, Monster.
Fly
LeBrozover 17 years agoThe message here with
Graffiti gone
Grey and rust lose
All their color and the
Sanctimonious preen.
