A Bit Of A Poet

Poem By Francis Duggan

Bland seclusion of the day
Overtakes then starts to play,
Fast succumbing vanity,
Soon abandons sanity.

Bony elbows watching hooves
Lean on sills of leaden grooves,
As an old cat and tin can,
Perch on pavement void of man.

Crackling perky radio
Warns of storms in Mandalay.
Homeless women walk below,
Picking clover by the bay.

Walls of painted paper worn,
Plastic curtains crushed of form,
Huddling tenant crazed and shorn,
Victimized by solar storm.

Fragrant tea leaves turn to gall,
Homebound face transforms to pall.
Hope and sense directly fall.
Cape of dread soon covers all.

Comments about A Bit Of A Poet

' Seclusion', ' crazed and shorn', seems like this scene is from way back? Vivid.

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