Dreams Of Damnation

walking slowly towards grey door,
four red walls pound purple pulse
visions of you thrashed in the fire.
rusty pitch as you sway with the flames,
wry wickedness that wallows my desires.

black Slayer beat is driving me insane
perceiving tattered torn leather jackets
glistening murk, spawning roots of disdain
where motorcycles donate death sentences,
brain dead biker's embrace euthanasia.

open the door and I'm back in the city's
safe tourist trap called Times Square;
not a hooker to be found, damn Guliani.
hop on a helicopter and fly over Manhattan,
daring smile glares down with spirit free.

repulsive Hudson circles the island
while playing God I pull on the lever
to flush all the scum down the toilet;
the big apple manifests life that never
endures endless commercial expectations.

recklessly I look down and start to laugh
reveling in the abstract absolutes of asylum;
the lord creates what the devil will steal.
convulsions awake, peaceful stil almost dead;
reach to touch and make sure that you're real.



Poetry by aliceramone
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Written on 2007-03-19 at 01:00

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Lavender
If I visit the scenes of this poem I shall bring a bodyguard! LOL... a poem with strong images that remind me of a black and white movie and dramatic music! Well done, fine poet! I am forever in awe of your powerful poetry!
2007-03-19


Individuality
i think i will book my flight in the morning, i was searching for a nice cheery destination to spend two weeks on holiday :)
2007-03-19