Marshall Gass


Affluence.


Gold plated taps
dispense gold plated water
baths with gold plated soap suds?
yet producing the same
scum of green back arrogance
and shine.

The blue black lambhorgini
controlled by road signs and speed limits
but the ego driving the wheel
cannot understand
four wheels and an engine
bursting its brain in the undercarriage
collecting accident cold hard stares

All those lovely women
don't love you - lover
its the cars and the feeling
the shades of pink and purple
that drive their own ecstacies
up the wall of your waiting

Tonight
you will sleep alone
wondering where your woman went?
Don't ask me. I don't know.
a jackass from a man-eating tiger.

Author Notes
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© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ag

Submitted: Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 10, 2014

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