Free verse № 27787
No One Cares
Night sounds echo in staccato beats
down city streets as horns blare;
pissed off drivers--sycophant high fivers
with insipid smiles, say their prayers.
Bright lights flicker--whores dicker,
food smells and oyster shells.
Blank stares through vapid eyes;
forsaken pleas--papal decrees,
bloated bellies and silent screams--
hunger ferments nightmare dreams.
Dooms-day visions--exorcisms,
womwn's rights and circumcisions;
public places with veiled faces,
Satanic fright--preacher's delight
as neon lights perturb the night.
Lover's sighs--erotic cries;
emotions spent as belief dies.
Mortals probe the star lit skies
in search of meaning in disguise.
Blinking lights frame city sights,
strip tease bars and souped up cars.
Pulpit predicts--holy edicts;
junkies deal while church bells peal.
Eternal lies fuel feel good highs
so say your prayers;
but no one listens--no one cares.
9 comments
not the telling.) Though pretty lies in the eyes of
the observer/poet as well as the cynic and we can
all pick and choose. But, what the hell difference,
"no one listens, no one cares."
is fantasy. I tend towards fantasy but hard to hate Little
Miss Muffet or God. (Not the hypocritical or vengeful one.)
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