My Plastic Architect

A poem about a man with the plans.

 

My Plastic Architect

Clean lines,

Sleek designs,

The heart of a

Cold-blooded killer.

 

All for plastic presentation,

And glorifying adoration.

 

Being in absolute control,

Is imperative,

To his detailed nature.

Critical to a fault.

 

Greed is the epicenter,

Of his beating heart.

Selfish motives,

Are always waiting,

Just below the surface.

 

Porsche dreams,

Meager means,

Pinto bean meals,

Broken-down beater-wheels,

Fake veneers.

 

Pent-up frustrations,

Competitive manipulations,

Skilled showman,

Dirty-diapered man/boy.

 

Weeks and weeks of sky miles,

Hot porn,
hotel rooms,

And worn-out hookers,

 

Years and years

Of broken-down dreams.

 

Not enough time,

For being real.

 

My plastic architect.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Nice guy ;)

The double nature is so true in so many

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I found this humorous with a serrated edge of wit. I enjoyed the read.

[Norma M Sutton]

I like the words used in this one. It is great.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This all makes me question the true meaning of life. Sometimes well all need
a swift kick in the rear end to see life for what it really is. This portrait is one that we can look at and vow that the face does not become our own.

[Jeff Bresee]

So much of the entire world we have built is but plastic. Nice Work.

[Chilson, Joshua]

The man who can't make a move without perfect results, painting perfection without taking direct action. This is the nature of a broken vessel, someone who can't be happy without filling in gaps that truly aren't there in the first place. I envision this as a man in an expensive suit with intelligent persuasion, though lacks the ability to return favor. Deceitful to the core, I like this, favorite run is the fourth. Great job yet again.

"Dirty-diapered man/boy" love it.

Sounds like he's too busy dreaming up the facade to actually live the dream.

[An owl on the moon]

What reflections on the barreness of a man. There is a wildness and a profound sadness that sweeps over the words. So well voiced.

[Robin]

smiling marie ~

[Dream Weaver]

This was both amusing and conciliatory...
I enjoyed it lots...