Albert George Vinny
That Place Up Ahead - Poem by Albert George Vinny
'That place up ahead'
Can you hear it? The music plays..
it sounds so loud with future phase...
It comes from a place ahead in time
It knows no tempo, it knows no rhyme...
The children burn magazines in barrels here...
They throw down much knowledge
they pick up no fear...
The old woman pass by and think it a pity
newspaper rides the wind
in this dirty old city...
And up in the air not a bird nor a plane...
their fuels all expended
the skies still and in vain..
But a well dressed confidante' comes fancifully by...
she talks on her phone, she smiles with a sigh...
Not all would be lost
in this far away place
so long as there be woman..
she fair..with nice hair..
and good taste.
-Albert George Vinny
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