ANOTHER DAY - A stab at poetry

The grey blue color of winter skies,

And woolen clothes hiding flaccid thighs;
Of stop and go and pump and grind ‘em,

Of shallow youth and callous mayhem;

Of guns like coins in pockets hidden,

In yards of schools where once forbidden;

Jackhammers drilling and corporate shilling,

The waters flowing with toxins killing;

Of shedding off the skin of daylight,

And stresses making heart and lips tight;

Of flipped on switches birthing squares yellow,

The lives beyond seeking moments mellow;

Of calls from strangers with garbage to sell,

In hours of respite where persons dwell;

Of times despairing and sound bites swearing,

That life is ending and no one’s caring,

While night time shadows in bedrooms massing.

Yet one more day in a life that’s passing.