Behind Every Playstation There Is A Poet Poem by Not Long Left
Behind Every Playstation There Is A Poet
Neon lights that confront the darkness
with words of the saviours delayed yet
assured return, flicker from above.
Deep fried chicken clouds
find my nostils tempting the senses.
Trains scream in tiredness as the pass over.
They are strangers to all citys- drifters.
Mango boxes create pedestrian
obstacle courses, much to the amusment
of the over energetic children.
Chewing gum mosaics- street art.
Even in the darkness the desire is there;
to see through the walls of distraction.
There are poets and poems
on every street corner.
They are trapped inside playstations,
and their desire for designer trainers.
Wonderful poem, lots of meat here... Love the last four lines (oh so true) and 'chewing gum mosaics - - street art.' I've had that feeling on seeing gum like that, but never the sense to put it into words... This poem is full of life.
Quite right Vincent. We just need to find a way to tempt them out. Maybe some alternative games with subliminal messages, like: Grand Verse Auto, Or Poem Raider IV? Let's have some more suggestions everyone? Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I agree with Est - that chewing gum line is bubblicious! - chuck