Very good WH and Dottie.
Here's my output for today:
A blackness clouds the vices
of the blood stained city streets
Ochre lamps of burning oil
Rusted, like the sordid people
In the houses nearby
Sleeping houses have eyes.
Slanted roofs are full of holes
And the steadily beating rain
Seeps and falls on the heads
Of crying children
Sleeping houses have jagged teeth.
The open jaw reveals the horrid truth
A mothers face is stained blue
She's nailed to the armachair watching a box
And the dog staggers circles in the kitchen.
Boys stalk the icy streets with knives in hand.
A girl wanders home alone with eyes on her mind,
She's pulled behind the broken fence and stabbed
But the scarlet money that falls
From her tattered purse
Is only enough to buy a kiss
A sparrow flies
Amidst the lies
And a crying baby dies
A girl's schreech is concealed
By the evil scream of alloy wheels
On an asphalt higway
A gunshot chills a man to the bone
As he lays in wollen sheets alone
Windows shatter the silence of the night
The slow drawing breath of an ally cat,
In the backstreet labyrinth,
Is the only live worth saving now.
Trees catch fire with wild desire.
Two lovers, each in mortal sin,
Just want each for the other
A stained sheet and a steamed up window
Are the evidence of love
But walls are thin and those in sin
Shall perish for their crimes
A child is born into this world
And what has it to give?
In this day of sex and sin
By what reason should it live?
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