Headed East To Stalingrad To Buy Me Love Some Cherries

 


new niceties for home and garden.
  But
         the suburban era died & and slipped
into a slick nostalgia, a bloating
          theme park, a dented dustbin hidden
in the ivy creeper vines that'll choke
           any    of   us    beasts that
      stops to rest and hide behind
           it's dear green networks

Ah. That's what we need. A  NetWork
       of failed organ(ic) viscera left
   behind in tidal pools when the
waters have gone back to the sea.

No point in wishing for houses-of-light
                   to grow out of the
           crumbling sea-wall. They'll
  not be there to warn ships or astral vehicles
     of the stone-jagged, death'fate awaiting
            all that beach-front property
gone to rack and ruin for the betterment of
           all things that flow upon the tide's
                          blessing.

vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvVVVVVVVVVV
2019dankozakHighClassPooms+pixtrs2019