Oh, coarse streets

Stained mattresses

Violated bedrooms

 

You own her not

In this lot

Of unmitigated rot

 

She flies her own flag

She is free

Drowning on the ocean's knee

 

Do not listen

To angry Gods

Or black clouds

 

They harken Winter and

Call for rain

 

Swim in

The shallowest pools and

Darkest waters

 

Speak from

The stillest hearts

 

Yet fear not

Tranquility is true

 

Harmony healing

Peace pulverizing

 

The Maker

Creating a geometry

Of love

 

Stealing empathy

From above

 

Oh, sweetest sister

Give us your succulent skin

 

Locomotive of pain

Freight train of same

 

Let us

Take it away

 

Make it blonde

Not gray

 

And forever

In neon

You will stay

 

On new sofas

And beds

You will pray

For a brighter day

 

Mr.Mayor

Open your soul

Sign on the dotted line

 

Make her space

Yours, ours and mine

 

With a ceiling and

Fan sublime

 

Dearest Juliet

Your faith meets the bubble gum sky

Sending torpedoes incredibly high

 

Wandering the overpasses

At night

 

No more weeping

At the sign of light

 

Dusting the hands

At will

 

You remain

Lovely still

 

Like a rose blooming under

The desert sun

 

You deserve not

This rancid run

 

Like a meadow

Pink as polyester

 

You shine

My alabaster dove

And never fester

 

In this forest of

Ridiculous rust

Built on bluster

 

Radomir V. Luza (c)2018

Peach Bottom

#SHEDOES

Promoting rapid sheltering of unsheltered & unprotected women.

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Vagina ripping

Blood dripping

 

Body molested

Face bested

 

Spirit never raped

Fist shaped

 

What next?

Another helping of abusive sex?

 

When the Mayor

Wants votes

Not brains on necks

 

May the birds fly

Rivers flow

Flowers bloom

 

Los Angeles has no answer

For this unholy doom

 

Downtown a bleak cemetery

For a pixie dust fairy

 

African Americans

Weeping silently

 

Women sleeping alone indefinitely

 

Answers to this

Human Armageddon

 

Dying slowly inside

Me and you

 

Like a Satanic stew

Featuring hell's darkest brew

 

Innocence nailed

To the cross

 

Love a bull's eye

For arrows of

Shame, pity and guilt

 

Homelessness equals

Severe restlessness

 

Salt and peppered

By imagination

Self-revelation

 

Making you stronger

Yet acceptable

No longer

 

Where is the housing?

The very female carousing?

 

Behind us

Like love

The greatest of goals

 

On this black island of

Nipple twisting and

Anal fisting

 

Where is Jesus?

Looking for religion in all the wrong places

 

Rusted faces

Rotten braces

 

Callous paces

To empty spaces

 

On Beelzebub's

Brown and beligerant bases

 

How can this be in America?

Where all are equal

 

Mr.President

Do something less than nothing

 

Or is she really born

Into this show

 

Where no should mean no

Grow mean grow and

 

Beauty eclipse the night

Like a child the light

Radomir V. Luza (c)2018

She Shadow

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