scribbles & rhymes

kind words
skewered over baking cobblestones

littering the streets of shameful cries

all caught in frozen sunlight

catatonic amidst cavernous avenues
silenced screams echo across each thorny boulevard …

traversing rivers of tears drowned in an ocean of fears

choked by the noose bound tight held captive by endless night

walking and walking

between pillars of apathy veiled behind doors of hollow solace

trampling consciences deadened by malice dripping blood from a golden chalice

into the reeking sewers of feigned morality where it’s all about the deals that get struck

while we eat drink buy


ps: to skewer a line from the film ‘Apocalypse Now’,

‘ we drop napalm on children and yet we can’t use the word “fuck” because that’s obscene ‘