Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Gatorade and Slurpies
aren't enough
to suppress the madness
of jobless citizens
that make love
to the Lottery, that last
sexy harem of refuge
between a brand new day
and a life below the underpass.
Even open fire hydrants
and the perpetual fountain
of crack
won't stop the stampede
of desperate scraping fingernails
gouging the locked doors
of Haves
for water, food, more drugs,
stuff to steal
for diabolical fences
whose businesses are booming.
Kaboom....
Here it ?
No, me either, it's a silent boom,
invisible to blind authority
or those decent folk
workin' two jobs,
way too busy in times of rest
cumming to porno video games,
to notice the blight that creeps
along the highway into town
like an invasive species
of Sumac.
This boom is a black market boom,
that thrives on misery,
Sis Boom Bah Humbug.
This boom is only audible
to the dealer's sensory pocketbook,
this is a silent boom,
like a peep in the graveyard.

*Sparkle on the Monkey Train*

cool words, saw... not necessarily happy, but nicely done. thoughtful. yeah, thoughtful is good. TY

btw, the mingo... your 'Sparkle on the...' .... liltkicks refugee ? were you always the mingo or did you have another handle?

litkicks refugee...now i like that...ya thats me, same handle,the mingo there, the mingo here, the mingo everywhere...

Indeed I hear it...Indeed I wonder if those are ranks I will join...and if so, how can I make it better????How can I not fall over into the helpless, angry edge of it?
wonderful, and knowing piece here saw.
H

thanx mnaz, mtmynd....and theda thanx for the questions you pose..
we may all be asked to consider things we never could have
imagined would be on the table for discussion.....changes in the world are occurring quite rapidly... as we speak......thanx again for your thoughts