Sleep, lying in dry river beds
Sold rapidly, buy the shore banks
Brains washed from corporate heads
Dried and neatly styled on fuel tanks
Rippled, ragged breaths of ashen air
Smog saturated sludge and stench
Precipitations drought and bare
Floating plastic water bottles’ island’s quench
External thermostat control is diplomatic
Hemisphere and atmosphere are fastened
Kings and Queens of trepid arid Earth
Dust harvests of genetically modified stock
. The Stream of Love Like swollen streams in Spring, young love will roarThrough every obstacle that checks its flow,Though...
On the painting "Le berges d'Arcadie" by Nicolas Poussin The rugged mountains in the distance stand beyond, above the three,...
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What a wonderful fairytale love song which reminded me of childhood nursery rhymes and joyful bedtime stories. Very enjoyable Scharlie.
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There is a sense of the surreal in this poem, and almost like a Dali or Magritte image painted (or in this case expressed) for our imagination, and all wrapped up in an environmental and placement contradiction. I enjoyed it. Thank you.