Saturday Night

Laughter, sounds of joy
linger in the urban jungle.
Mechanical animals roar
as they pass hollow souls.
Fugitive, lost vibrations
escaped through solid masses.
Reversed consumption,
hazed by fluids of life,
poisoned for tomorrow.

Sunshine tickles my face.
Some creature is trapped
inside of my giant head.
A desert in my throat,
stormy seas in my belly.



Poetry by Vicious V
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Written on 2005-08-03 at 23:06

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Natalie
Nice :)
2006-06-25


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
im thinking this saturday night is not so cheery and fun going by the word choice in this poem... very intense... i wont pretend that im entirely sure of what youre talking about in this one but im gathering turbulence, not a good time, you know... i noticed "dessert"... im thinking youre not referring to sweet foods eaten after supper... so if its the place you mean, it should be desert :) i like your style V... this one is alive... urban jungle makes me think of the streets... mechanical animals roar makes me think of policemen in their cars and, sirens make the noise... last two lines translate anxiety to me... the mood of your poem feels chaotic... strongly expressed, as im finding out is your talent :) thanks for sharing :)

later...xx
2005-08-05