Life in Your Hood

Evil Air Cities  (SP Summerscales)



Evil air cities
gun wielding sinners
hat wearing
cigar smoking winners .


Blood speckled windows
inside adorned by regalia
their power mad infested heads
lie on golden pillows.


Poison pen letters
bullet chipped
death inviting gutters.


Suspension bridges
body filled fridges
lofty buildings
itallic
gold inscripted
coffin lid gildings.


Covert operations
within the populous
infected nations
and murderers anonymous .


Fat lipped
fervently sipped
beers
handgrenade eyed
dead before they died
black marketeers .


Flash cars
stubbled skin sporting scars .
Neon signs
that blink through broken blinds .


Choke on a monoxide haze
then stumble around the double glazed maze
try and evade
the chav and his blade
dodge the bullets at the bus shelter as they cascade .


Evil city air
I don't want to die there .

Too small and oh so suffocating,
Country small town,
Someone please kill me now,
All these deer in the road,
Eating the trees,
And chipmunks sitting in ths front seat of the car,
No. I don't know how it got there.

If you want to get anywhere,
You have to drive an hour,
Then maybe you'll be halfway there,
Oh, yeah, being an outcast town is greattt,
We get every little tree animal and plant,
Yet barely any people or anything,
Small country town,
The very death of me,
My greatest enemy.

West Side

A crackhead
A junkie
A whore
Fiends of every kind
conniving for more

Crooked politicians
Drug dealing cops
Handing out beat downs
for dead tail light stops

Not a place for fags and Sallys
Pistol whippings in the alleys
Young black men line the streets
Selling their white powdered treats

Streetwalkers
Drunks
and Lords of Vice
who won’t think twice
about life
they’re all punks

Soulless bastards
riddle the streets
Empty eyes
become harder to read

Kids caught in the crossfire
bleeding on pavement
The cops ignore it
they have an arrangement
with a street boss
who want’s more territory
fiending for more of
the gang ghetto glory

At the end of the day
if you’re lying in bed
you’re grateful if
your friends are not dead
You nod off to sleep
with a snort from a friend
while wondering
if it will ever end

Gun shots serve as your morning alarm
No roosters here on the criminal farm

Winnebago


No, I’m not an entrenched sociopathic suburbanite
like the rest of you doll faced, droopy eyed
pretending-to-be-the-next-best-thing, catch phrase, peach fuzz babies

Putting around town in your spandex like you’re all Zumba instructors
with your new but outdated iPersonality
riding on four overpriced wheels with a shiny bumper sticker
that says ‘Honk if you’re a conformist’

I don’t saunter every morning into my daily Starbucks preview
and have my news delivered sweetened, half-cafe’d, with room
in a kitschy cup that announces my name

I don’t need four walls and a roof to feel secure
or a paycheck that gets me through to next month
my blanket is the sky, my paper is the road
and I scribe wherever I go
with all shades of color I create my own fate

I weave tales of nowhere and everywhere
with a twist of my wrist I move unrestricted
my middle finger raised high to shout
fuck time, fuck direction, fuck sedation and fuck you

I am a self contained, untraceable, modern day nomad
I stop and go as I please, paying no heed to signs of insignificance
one day I’ll wake up to the waves at my back door
the next I’ll be having a hot meal in a red desert canyon
or getting head in the trunk of a ancient redwood tree
by some just-out-of-high-school princess
whose manicured face and pristine dental work
earns herself a trip on my prestigious prick

I answer to no man, no woman and no multi-national company
I pay homage to no figure head puppets with Armani suits
I live tax exempt, I leave no trace and I give back as much as I take

No two of my days are the same, and that’s how I like it
there is no map or manual for how to do things here
I wander and fuck and imbibe and bathe in possibility
I don’t owe you or the US or China a handshake or a dollar or a trillion
because on this orb, this circumference
as I am, I am free

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Fellow Poets,

Be back soon with a winner...a lot of great poems to choose from. Thanks, Strider

Fellow Poets,

This was really tough, there were many well written poems~heartfelt~all took me to your backyards!

Everyone was a winner in their own write!  I read and re-read, tried hard to live inside each poets head.

I wish I could give everyone a trophy~but, I can't!

I really liked Diddi, Missy, and Gemini 33 in that order as the top three.

Red, Broom, DexstaRay, Lanooz, Poeticvisionary, Kriticool, and Blue Rose laid down some great stuff.

ZAC, Wayne Howell, and Emoadi were up there, too!


Thanks for taking the time to enter the "Life in Your Hood" competition....

Strider  :)

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CONGRATZ
interesting slices all thru-out
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Thanks strider , I appreciate it

Nice.....  sounds like someone I know on the south side of Oklahoma