Songs of future past


Inner City Color

Two worlds collide,
the bright and beautiful,
the dull and mundane.

Strips of gray
concrete arroyos
snake
through a city
protected by
city pastors, nuns,
and the sweet good.

The tan image dulled concrete
that sucks the light
out of the sky,
must be protected from
graffiti vandal,
graffiti art,
graffiti color.

Woe to those
who color that stone
how poor, how sad,
and underprivileged
they must be...

Their cans of paint
turning the slate
into a living
rainbow canvas
of electric
pulsing waterways.

Glazed eyes
must be protected from
what might stagger
the statuesque..

Yet, when the city
can speak no more,
when paint brush
and rollers
have silenced their song,
who then shall cry out
from the darkness,
to the passersby,
in their
glass steel cages.

Who then will
tell the truth
of coming events
and sing to
those trapped
in a world of gray?




Poetry by Bruce Sommer
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Written on 2008-06-28 at 21:14

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