Follow us on

  • Twitter
  • Facebook
  • Flickr
  • RSS

Poems

Nelson Linscott

CITY

The rats

are the souls of dead landlords

The grey stains

of the city

melt into the gutters

in a city of no hope

broke bricked

destitute, crumbling

The sun still rises

Rain anoints

the walkers of the night

soul-less, stumbling

There is no fear

the slums are freedom

with black and white dreams

And color has been banished

Forever

""

United Kingdom
  • Poems

About the creator

Nelson Linscott

Maine born and raised, a product of the 1960's, liberal thinker, writer, photographer, poet, book collector, fountain pen enthusiast, amateur historian, reader, Beat Generation Follower, cancer...