by The Mutt
BT!!!
thought this poem had some great insight, enjoyed the lines
The DJ calls the dancers to the aisles,
like calls to prayer from distant minarets.
As salesmen burn their cash like cigarettes,
and tough boys flash tattoos and golden smiles
I'm gettiing it, finally :) love the rhythm in this piece and the images are spectacular! good work
.....of the "hyper" challenge for today and - WOW! If this sets the level I'm in for some great poetic treats. My only beef (small one) is that the meter falters here and there - I wonder if speech patterns cause that. I love the choice of theme, such vivid imagery.
Tess
Not using thermometer