Dreaming of Babylon

Kicking empty beer cans,
Down desolation roads.

Dreaming of Babylon ,
Of jasmine breezes
And mystic scents.
Of wild apple blossoms ,
In lilac orchards.

Trying to cleanse.
The wrenchness that.
Has corrupted my mind,

Poison pens,Truth defiled,
Cynical celebration,
Of pain endured,
Just;
The sheer ugliness
Of it all.

But Babylon still awaits.

Diamond streets , golden gates.
With laughter beneath,
A smiling sky,
And  the gentle caress.
Of a true lover' s hand.