Under Neon Stars

a spoonful of stardust memories
shoot bullets of darkened desires
flying to the call of alley wings
by the carnal corridor, lust looms.

bullish bellows dance to tunes
of stabbed feather-beds and unicorns
as shadows barge and dismantles,
mary’s little white doors

silence screams through kinder lips
a plea rolls from naive eyes,
a victim of corrupt delusions
in her bed-grave she slumbers–

time marches on,
the shadows prod on,
innocence too, shall move on.

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  • Hello1 It’s my first visit here. I found on a hunt for cool poems. I found some!

    Hope you write some more soon!

    • Thanks for dropping by. Will try to get my mind working again! đŸ™‚