To Market

Violence follows me where ever I go.
Down Gilbert Street a poor boy skates
out front of a two story wreck.
The mad screams from inside,
a trigger.
Poor boy looks at his feet
careful not to catch my eye.
I try not to notice.

Along Sampson Boulevard I
hear the shouts of a man.
Young.
Dumb.
Dangerous.
A testosterone intoxication.
Backed by mild mannered yellow warriors
scared too,
probably.


On Gibson Street the police again,
looks like she cut her arms this time.
Two leeches are there,
always leeches there.
The police feel sorry for her,
probably.
What violence must follow her.

Reviews

[Warrior Bard]

"Backed by mild mannered yellow warriors
scared too,
probably."

Very insightful.

[Sami Khalil]

Life is full of surprises and vioelnce is part of our unfortunate times...A splendid poem...:)

[Rees Thomas]

i like you're account of living. its honest. truth hurts sometimes

[xxlheart]

an raw and real type of piece and you did it well. excellent write!

[Chris]

a glimpse of "life"... gives rise to questions of continuance...

[Denham Cole]

This looks like an accurate 'filmography' of the way things are out there. And if there is a shift from 1st to 3rd person (depends how you read it) that would seem fitting, too: violent and fearful situations can often propell a person to psychologically distance themselves from the event.

In short, I think you've done a fair job of this piece, Elisa

[Karl Woof Junior]

did you go from first to third person im confused? like it but confused

[Elisam]

Hmmm,no I didn't but I'll think about what you've said. I might get some friends to read it and help me see why it's read that way. The ideas a bit too 'there' in my head for me to see what you mean. Thanks for the constructive comment. I'm here to learn so most appreciated.

[zainul]

Wonderful depiction of the contemporary events.
Thanks for sharing in such a lovely work.