Mason Maestro


Tumbledown Slums - Poem by Mason Maestro

Forcibly weened in between the ones we've seen
The gypsies under bridges, and their leanings
Choosing sides the truth collides, the prayers, the cries- and yet resources just aren't there
Hardship hums in tumbledown slums
panhandling mums, places to be seen- we wouldn't dare
Needles, glue, triple X- tattoo
Smog drift will never lift
the clock chimes crime to make a dime
jobs were never there- who knew?
Drunkards and junkies
Speed, stardust, mercury, Venus, Uranus, pipe dream
Those shining pearls the list uncurls with other worlds- they've never seen


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Tumbledown is truly one of the best pieces I've written to date, and has gained attention in a few contests, also being chosen for a compilation published in Washington DC.
It was first conceived and written in Madrid, Spain while staying with friends in an apartment. The outside temperature was so hot it reached 50degrees so we all bugged-in and set up a refuge on the balcony with blankets blocking the sun with fans as we drank home-made concoctions of Sangria. It was on this balcony that I wrote Tumbledown

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 20, 2005

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 23, 2012


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