Pink-nosed kittens scamper across the road;
a misguided puppy feels life flash twice;
a white-robed woman reaps the sand she sowed,
as she guides the sea toward soul sacrifice:
The desultory jazz roars mixedly;
the steel drum man whiffs a concave mirror;
the dried gourd can buzz like a six-head bee;
the street is a straight line towards this furor:
The moon, like a scimitar shot with flash,
floats in 3D through a cloudy halo;
love is out of reach if you’re out of cash
after a life of leaving to say no:
Oh, but Christmas lights really look like stars
on July 4th above prostatic cars.
urbansonnets 