Tuesday Morning Class aka Scarlet Satin

class writing activity inspired by a paintchip

Scarlet Satin

is the blood stain

of sin and lust

swirling together in a lightless void.

Neon street signs welcome faceless strangers

while the taste of sweat and tears

wafts in the hot air

of an Austin summer night.

A black cat by the cracked window

watches with pale, virdian eyes

the climactic dance before the dawn.

The bluesy tones of a saxophone

recall repressed memories

of the good times we thought were s**t

because our young minds

had not tasted the boot sole of failure

before it knocked

the gems in our mouth loose,

and we vomited our innocence

on cracked sidewalks.

Author's Note

any end ideas?