neon papers falling from
children hands in a kindergarten room
are placid goodbyes of delinquent
and parental guidance televisions
neon papers of cosmopolitan streets
are pieces of skins for sale at nights
when hungry mouths at home wait
for cheap bread and milk on the table
neon papers have written i love you’s
far from home when the outbreak of war
is desolation and the cold evenings
hide the stars and the moon
neon papers are us trying to send
signals of valid resignations from
bad offices of plastic bosses
bad offices of plastic bosses
2013
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Go brother go
very nice to read about neon
Awesome poem. Thank you so much for dropping by and following my blog π
Your poems are fantastic! I nominated your for The Sunshine Award. See my todays post. Congratulations, you deserve it. Keep up the wonderful writings.
Very very good!
keep it up dude great work π
I love the spunk, the fight and the pain and anger held down until the final stanza, when you isolate the source and repeat it in the final two lines: “bad offices of plastic bosses. Good job, Chester.
I love your poem, it depicts the ups and downs of life. I love the first stanza.
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It was nice meeting a great person…keep sharing thoughts!