Grotesque
A wino staggers to and fro’
his bottle of wine in tow
Body odor with urine reeks
in the air of forgotten streets
Garbage bins overflowed
breeding rats claim as home
Stench fumes of rotten food
is now provokingly crude
Dog feces with crusted top
swarms of flies be it’s mop
An ally cat cries in despair
licking it’s wound some where
Glob of slime lies on the street
an army of ants enjoy their feast
Worms squirm through a puddle
now an ocher fuddle
Buildings tall with walls defaced
boarded windows shroud the place
Open entrance with loss of doors
rotten boards now line the floors
Sunshine still beams it’s ray of light
upon these obnoxious existing sites
As the ghost of past life lie within
Disgustingly we think; “what a sin”
(2012)
I think my words used will give you a clear picture.
