Needles
Poem (audio)
Needles in the ocean
streamed from the city…
Needless to say, a pity.
The hell’s going
on in the city?
Dim-witted politicians,
dedicated to destroying
the entire district
street to shore,
approve without fail
seedy corner exchanges
for (ab)users’ “benefit”
…the hell?
Dare we wade and surf,
in view of syringes
floating about and layed out
along our blessed stretch
of beachy mirth?
Nowadays, we’re on needle watch.
Nevermind the possible danger
from attacking stingrays.
We’re as likely to get a poke
from a junkie’s stinger.
No joke!
Cryin’ shame the serene shore
on the brightest of day
can be the scene of a stabbing crime
just like a dark downtown alley.
Dare we even make footprints
in the sand anymore?
Tips for Marinarena are deeply appreciated.
This one was powerful!
I enjoyed the way you used “the hell?”
And I really liked this part:
“Cryin’ shame the serene shore
on the brightest of day
can be the scene of a stabbing crime
just like a dark downtown alley.”
Great poem.