billboards grinning chrome,
neon, explosion of color.
unreal, conceptual delight.
tiny hair rise, screening
the mind.
go, go.
and the feet glide forward.
ghostly madness of
a place awakens,
souls wander without purpose.
no place for people here.
but they come still, the mind
untucked with the shirt,
hands in the pockets.
Author notes
We are greedy people. Unfortunately, this is a subconcious thing.
Comments
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Outstanding
I liked your choice of language and I thought the last stanza was excellent with a great metaphor. I liked the freedom of this poem you let your imagination go. A creative poem that is compelling to read.
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i think this is very well written. its very powerful, and comes across very honest. i suppose greed truly is part of the human condition, then again, we're taught to always reach for the sky, so can we be blamed when we grasp at the stars? i dunno, i guess i have a thing for that social bullshit. anyway, great write. really strikes a chord
/Red
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