Colonial Suicide

[George.Wright]

The blood orange sun was sinking as i climbed to the top
Surveying the new City, surveying the whole bloody lot
Rivers of gold and dark medusa snakes moving bright
A castellation of skyscrapers sillouetted in the night
And the orange moon smirks over the cityscape
And wants to be presiding instead over the olive tree rape
Shimmering and waving down a helicon deep well
Where only latin lovers go to kiss and tell
And the white spanish horse rises without a rider
And manages to kick at the air beside her
Steaming nostrils and crazy wide elemental eyes
That's where i chose to tell her more lies
And the truth hung behind veils on her gypsy shawl
Where the garment is important and language means nothing at all
And i lost the reasoning of all of time and space
As i examined the beautiful contours of her angelic spanish face
And suddenly, i was pegasus flying through the air
A dream is just a dream but a stare is just a stare
And the snakes came up to kiss me full upon the face
A crumpled bloody mess, a colonial disgrace
Georges

Copyright: George Wright 2004

[Zabka]

Wow.

What about trying:

And the white spanish mare rises without rider


??

[George.Wright]

Thanks Zabka, it is a bizarre poem, i am pleased with it.
Georges

[Vesuvius]

Ciao George!

This poem has some tremendous images.

A castellation of skyscrapers...

...the orange moon smirks...

Where only latin lovers go to kiss and tell...


You are getting better and better, my friend!


Vesuvius

[George.Wright]

Thanks, Ves for your kind comments. They are appreciated.
Georges

[Zabka]

Sorry...I meant to say how much I liked this one also. I can't describe the feeling, a bit like being carried through the water.

Great!

[George.Wright]

Thanks Kabka for your encouragement.
Georges