Friday, March 21, 2008

Perception

I walk the streets
Head down
Seeing gutters
Old fag ends
And anonymous paper bits
Suburban detritus
And wonder
Who
Where
Why and
What
This is an inspiration?
Sort of
Or a fantasy observation
I see smeared dog shit
And blood stains
Graffiti
Tags
Bags
Rags
And
Bones
And
People
Some above that level
Some below
I see
A grimy underbelly
Of this rancid city
I see
Pain manifest
On pedestrian visages
I see
Hope vanish as the sun rises
I see life as it is
Rose petals washed from my face
With tears of pity
For them
For me having to see them
For me.

3 comments:

ish said...

One wonders that hope emerges in the first place. An evocative list poem. Your poem would also work well as a collage. I am curious about this line? "Some above that level Some below" What level?

Inconsequential said...

Ahh, Hmmm, Damn...Was alluding to the gutter, but it does need a referance point, doesn't it :)

aria said...

This is more like you ..