Trembling demographics
Stretched out fuzzy landscapes
Distorted mountains clench
Sounds desensitized and flutter
A mangled government howls
Ministers pleading with statues
Arguments swing from branch
to branch like a diabolical monkey
Sentiments sealed in a box
Hungover debates swallowing
OxyContin and sleeping pills
Insomniacs chatting with graffiti
between Sinister Lane and 5th Street
Cigarette smoke flies like a bird
and shadows dance with loneliness
Laughter turns stale like a cracker
Cynics and pessimists fall in love
Innocence is submerged in flames
A place of cracks and haze
Wanderers and drifters circle
Crazy times we live in, isn’t it… Good poem.
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Thank you! It sure is…crazy indeed
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