Seattle 1973

Fuel & Pollen, part 6

Seattle, 1973. 

Tragic, black, scampering white streaks on the pavement. Heavy glow scurries from the neon lights of a Seattle bar. Sunday, slept in a down poor. Angels slip into rubber lingerie, lounging in the gutters, looming in a playful sorrow. Ferocious,clawing, biting

...indecisive. Shadows drawn as handprints on the lonely brick walls, aimlessly blessed, mildewing windows drool out the caressed, souls filter through black water. This hotel room has such a long face, why so dysphoric? Has the dreary sunk into the carpet, however the way. Defective                                         

 

Author's Note

This is kinda of a throw back to my old doom and gloom poetry books. I am planning on doing more of them so its kinda a way to get back into it.

For the poem itself, it was really inspired by old mafia movies and the song that is playing right now. Its very dark. I wanted the format to be in the style of an old newspaper article. So no fancy tricks, just what I wrote. No stanzas, no line breaks, just a poem. This is part 6 of 8, from Fuel & Pollen.

Reviews

[Whitney Kleinhuizen]

Very very descriptive. Definitely a good write.

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Depressing it is! The song just brought me like one or two THOUSAND notches brooding but that's good!!!!! :D Awesome writing.