Friday, September 9, 2016

Battleships of Union Street

aglow in the night
and early morn
blaze of light rumbling by
flushed with bustling humanity

vessel for the warrior poets
out to scrap for daily bread,
home for those
touched by the mark
with dreams dancing dark
in their troubled heads

roving land ships
loaded with joy pirates
teeming with mind crime galley slaves
soldiers in the hand-to-mouth
soulgrinding slow motion suicide
and poison pen samurai
ready for the best defense

somewhere shuffling home
is our tragic poetic overlord
looking for his children
and planning 
the next artistic holy war

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