Urban Peer... Poem by Merlin Mwaura

Three towering street lights
yellow melons against this dulling blue.
A tarmac snake crawling under hems,
of sprouting an' flourishing glues,
this trees of green voluptuous bloom.

T'is the evening... calming,
behind here grilled windows...
wondering if the angels are out here shopping
for souls of people.
A millennium of years mine they exclaim! ! !
My pricing I guess was a tempting aim.

By the glance, I can see all of technology scurry,
the chocking monsters, a thrust they are resume...
for the world is having a famine, t'is doom...
as black wells begin to fizzle,
during to most variable drizzles.

Sloth has been in my company since,
morning found me in this weathered yearning
as friends an' foe assembled to duty
I lay here doing nothing profusely.
Yester-night in a ' Platonic dialogue... '
we were realized to fascinating truth,
that of the world an' human nature
I guess that's why my bed grew roots,
an' I have been slave to them through 'n through.

Pastry an' frying dough...
this scent emanating through my apartment door,
Tummy attend to a supper come,
I am a hungry fellow, an' angry at the world.
While am observed of passers by,
with purses an' porches an' saying goodbye,
they retreat it seems to holistic livings
I would think it's heavens calling, Believe me...

The night is crawling within this windows
as shadows collect within my pillow
whispering an' dancing to my writer's rhyme
t'is intriguing what my mind can find.
The streets are storming, retreating life...
what did you people do...Today?
Did you feel like you were born for this....way?
did it feel all so worth to live... again?

While these matters, may feel a little retired,
destinations are come, where dear ones shall run
to fill of dreams an' treasures sort...
to make here living some comfort.
The earth is changing of hue so soon,
as yellow glow over this windy loom grows
hurried feet an' whirling wheels
' I 'm coming dear, ' content is sheer.