Midnight Marauder
By The Orange Phoenix on March 2, 2009 @ 10:48 am
Midnight Marauder
(Based on a photo by Gordon Parks)
Cracked glass
crumbling like ash
Cigarettes on drawn in lips
Crusty
from running, ducking and dodging
being a male
Of the wrong hue.
Shadows of good still reside
in the gleam of his
pearl handle,
reluctant to use it,
waiting for morning
when MAN-CHILD can be just CHILD
and the only MAN around
stems from Algebra
Awesome!
*loved this*
flame
On fire with the poetry. I could never do it. You have a gift.
I’ll keep feeding it, if you keep commenting – thanks.