Friday, October 29, 2010

Grandiose


A thorne without a stem
A rose without petals
Mass replacing muscle in the calves of dishonor
Drugs injected into adolescent dreams
Patience given to color-blind bulls 
But everyone’s still waving red flags 
Not knowing it means surrender
Black backs & blue eyes unmatched 
By steps of the paralyzed
Like the memorized address of a house 
That’s not a home.






© 2010 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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4 comments:

poemblaze said...

Interesting poem!

emmettwheatfall.com said...

Love it!! Don't know what it means, but it's beautifully written. In the realm of nonsensical type poetry this is masterful. I am truly your fan anthony.

Sean Vessey said...

I am adrift in your words of cold reality.
Disturbing and good. Well done.

Lewisstyle said...

interesting title. I think it helps to focus the poem, although I still like the way you give the words a bit of camoflage...