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No One Cares (Free verse) by Quarton
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.

Up the ladder: The Sea
Down the ladder: joyriding

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Arithmetic Mean: 7.3333335
Weighted score: 6.1666665
Overall Rank: 1026
Posted: November 28, 2002 10:05 PM PST; Last modified: November 28, 2002 10:05 PM PST
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Comments:
[8] <~> @ 67.84.171.10 | 28-Nov-02/11:10 PM | Reply
damn straight. 8
[n/a] Quarton @ 12.217.212.111 > <~> | 30-Nov-02/11:19 AM | Reply
A great oxymoron. Straight eight indeed:)
[9] Bachus @ 24.126.113.154 | 29-Nov-02/3:06 AM | Reply
second stanza, second line typo...pealing church bells is big with me though....have a 9.
[n/a] Quarton @ 12.217.212.111 > Bachus | 30-Nov-02/10:46 AM | Reply
Thanks for the nine and typo info. I am still checking out the format and reading poems. Seems to be a neat place to post and critique the work of others and vice versa.
[8] Caducus @ 62.105.88.10 | 29-Nov-02/8:20 AM | Reply
a fine paint indeed
[n/a] Quarton @ 12.217.212.111 > Caducus | 30-Nov-02/11:40 AM | Reply
Thank you but a fine paint it ain't. (The picture,
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."
[9] INTRANSIT @ 152.163.188.72 | 29-Nov-02/4:58 PM | Reply
Fuck I hate the truth.
[n/a] Quarton @ 12.217.212.111 > INTRANSIT | 30-Nov-02/11:16 AM | Reply
I hate it also but I'm not sure what is truth and what
is fantasy. I tend towards fantasy but hard to hate Little
Miss Muffet or God. (Not the hypocritical or vengeful one.)
[8] powerline @ 141.154.243.18 | 24-Feb-03/7:17 PM | Reply
Damn...this is good. reminds me of walking around late night in SOHO or in & out of Ave. B. Just love the way you structured the first two lines in each paragraph. Solid 8
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