Want Some Reviews? Forum New poem :)
New poem :)12 Years AgoWould like some reviews on my new poem please, not written in a while now after moving to Paris and this is my first since my change of lifestyle. Thanks!!!
Line One Sirens
sound - the musician composes lucid dreams that rouse the esoteric aims of their phony games, the mystic flames of optimistic dames beside their benign beaus - unaware of their sporadic foes. The accordion bellows endlessly along each daydream, languishing delusions with urban illusions and uniting the novice’s confusions. The music rings in the souls of the queens and kings; the violinist snaps their immortal heartstrings. Pariahs devour narcotics whilst weaving down the boulevards of hallucination, supping nectar in the station with a sense of elation, it pops the bubble that lazes sluggishly the morning after the night before - the lingering smell of regret of the metropolitan war and the dance floor duet, getting caught in the drift net. Patricians meander through the avenues donning avant-garde attire precociously, bowler hats and shoulder pads atrociously scraping against the proletariat ferociously - altercating, challenging and conversing with a ‘good evening’ to roaming strangers, they delight in the dangers, become the avengers for the small-town folk, beginning to choke on the cigarette smoke that shrouds them with a cloak of chronic agoraphobia. They fear living, dying, forgiving and loving, but when the commuters commute and the artisans arrive, they cascade into sleep, afraid of faltering as their souvenirs fade, their memories decayed, their conscience strayed. Dreams of flying, fear of trying, reviving the highest of highs while the dreams materialise and life reaches the skies, they compromise, surmise, improvise. They win the prize. |