Treasure Island

Kenneth Snow

(Child of Eisenhower / The City of Brotherly Love)

random thoughts on my daily walk


Crass crevice scarred brick
Walk—attacks my plaintive feet;
Weeps melancholy mystery

The curiously quiet clay,
Red senses out of balance
My horrid, haunted hubris

Nostalgic notes of wasted
Wonder—grasp desperate
Strands of heartless humor,

Weave waves of murky water haze
Sated sad with wanton waste
Willingly reviled

Adorned in cotton candy, pink
Shades of desolation…dandy
Drenched in desperation

Despite diligent dynamics
Duty demands death
Eternity commands life

Submitted: Friday, August 25, 2006
Edited: Saturday, August 28, 2010
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