Darkness Park Poem by John Sensele

In the dark, I explore light and tight thoughts
Analysing meanings of life which sometimes verge on a surge and purge of the absurd.
In the dark, shades of Hades scatter lots, plots and slots of noughts
Keen on inconveniences so rarely voiced out and yet so often heard.

In the dark, hawkers, blockers and street walkers prowl like owls
Beneath trees, around corners, in skimpy satin sarongs at boulevard junctions
Seducing headlights, slaying minds and smiting unwary motorists whose vowels
Gone slurred through wine slink and blink with disjointed cognitive functions.

In the dark, Lucifer and his legion of dark angels
Absorb flak heaped upon them by feeble folks whose scapegoat
Conveniently placed nods at Lucifer's nodes; Lucifer leaps jails
Lucifer dons frocks and dreadlocks, strokes crocs and rocks humankind's binge boat.

In the dark, a sinner prizes open his can of worms
Deluding his conscience, alluding to God's infinite mercy
As a crass passport for cysts of recidivists to fabricate in their fume filled firms
Seas and seasons of tins, pins, dins and skins so prurient they defy decency.