flare
Some days are worse than Mondays. Especially if you think the world is out to get you...
photo by pedrojperez at morguefile.com
flare
some days the sun is a magnesium flare
the people in the streets wipe sweat
off their noses, seeking shadows
to hide in, this town, and you
expect the walls and roads
to crumble and collapse.
you duck into a cafe
hoping there's cash
left in the pockets
for a set lunch.
you are surprised
the air-con is cold
the tiles clean, spotless
the clientele polite, making
just small noises, forks poking
at plates, you take the day's papers
the headlines, the black ink staring back
Paris Peace Talks Stalled
North Vietnamese negotiators walk out.
who cares about U.S. air raids when you just
want to look for the jobs vacant pages?
and then the girl brings you your food
she is plump, her hair tied in a bun
her thighs in a short short skirt
ravishingly creamy, fiery sexy
and you really thought of
making hot love to her
and outside the sun
just screams and
shines blindly
belligerently
an exploding
ball of
hegemony.
02/09/2016
**********
"and all i could do was
sweat out the summer,
dripping with rage
while the days ran hot
and the rain trees bled
dead brown leaves,"
-- dsnake1, peace
Shared on Poetry Pantry #327 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2016
flare
some days the sun is a magnesium flare
the people in the streets wipe sweat
off their noses, seeking shadows
to hide in, this town, and you
expect the walls and roads
to crumble and collapse.
you duck into a cafe
hoping there's cash
left in the pockets
for a set lunch.
you are surprised
the air-con is cold
the tiles clean, spotless
the clientele polite, making
just small noises, forks poking
at plates, you take the day's papers
the headlines, the black ink staring back
Paris Peace Talks Stalled
North Vietnamese negotiators walk out.
who cares about U.S. air raids when you just
want to look for the jobs vacant pages?
and then the girl brings you your food
she is plump, her hair tied in a bun
her thighs in a short short skirt
ravishingly creamy, fiery sexy
and you really thought of
making hot love to her
and outside the sun
just screams and
shines blindly
belligerently
an exploding
ball of
hegemony.
02/09/2016
**********
"and all i could do was
sweat out the summer,
dripping with rage
while the days ran hot
and the rain trees bled
dead brown leaves,"
-- dsnake1, peace
Shared on Poetry Pantry #327 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2016
Labels: 70's, anger, anti-war, ennui, environment, rant, Singapore
posted by dsnake1 at 11:10 PM
18 Comments:
I like the progression of your poetry today....the sun, the cafe, the thoughts, then back to the sun again! Weaves quite a complex tale.
thank you, Mary!
i was thinking about the time when i was in limbo, just out of school & looking for a job. :)
Good-ness. This is astounding poetry.
I really like this, especially the juxtaposition between the world's big question and the struggle of a normal man...
an exploding ball of hegemony... that is such a powerful image!! Excellent write :)
I felt the sense of hard times, little money and trying to find a job as the rest of the world spins around. The sun's warmth and the girl are distractions from the heat of life.
I have to say I agree with Mary's comment. Just to add I had a really good read here.
I love the look of this poem on the page and especially like the closing stanza.
tight poem! Well crafted indeed.
A brilliant and fascinating form poem. Awesome writing!
Nebraska,
thank you! :)
welcome to the community!
Bjorn,
i loved how you put it, 'the world's big question & the struggle of a normal man.' i guessed you noticed the 'timestamp'? :)
Sanaa,
thank you! :)
Truedessa,
yes, hard times and little money! sometimes we need those distractions, :)
Julian,
thank you! glad that you enjoyed the read. :)
Sherry,
it does look like an open mouth shouting, isn't it?
hegemony. that's what some people/organisation/country are trying to do...
Brother Ollie,
thank you! thanks for the visit! :)
Wendy,
thank you! :)
Love the spinning of thoughts and stringing them together....
How beautifully visual your poem is; I was sweating, grinning and leering all at the same time.
Sumana,
thank you! :)
Robin,
thank you!
haha! leering? :)
forks poking at plates, the magnesium flare, the contrast of the cafe and the harsh headlines... beautifully woven.
thank you, thotpurge! :)
Oh, you made me feel it all! A terrific piece of writing.
thank you, Rosemary! :)
Post a Comment
<< Home