Passion stained and then act ashamed with
homes stacked like they're cedar,
...
The sandstone ceases to erode in spite of her heavenly fares,
No matter the trials she shares or child she bears, she is one who definitely cares,
She is my sunshine that huddles the planet into dusk,
...
Aztec inception,
Ouroboros calamity,
Past death affection,
More of laurels in reality,
...
Black Rome
Passion stained and then act ashamed with
homes stacked like they're cedar,
Gases strained from the acid rain with
Rome black as the reaper,
A bite through the ice when it tries to arise like the
honeyed sounds where snow is,
A scythe in this life with a price for the prize where the
bunnies bounce with no skins,
Try to find lines in the deep with your good foot
sprawled in the town,
Lions fine dine with the sheep as the wood's soot
falls to the ground.
~
I'm ashamed of second roles filled like cookies to chew in the
night sky with deadly blasts,
Diamonds reign in emerald hills where rubies protrude from the
pyrite and Plexiglas,
Etched in glass are crescents matched to sate a diner and spray the fire
with the pines in ascension,
Dead at last and tens in cash to pay the piper to stay the night
for the chimes at eleven,
Pride or an ego tied to a street pole finds that the
sign is a grind for the gringo,
Fly like a seagull, pry like the people, try ‘til I
die in the skies like an eagle.
Big Sal is a superb poet to ample wit and wisdom.