Populous
It is an average day.
I am on a street walking
Shin stalked sudden steps.
There are men
Three quaters human
Also crawling.
Some faceless women
Laughing at shade
Parading hip steady
In a fake tan marathon
To make ugly girls
Feel ten again.
I blink at the sky.
My hand,
A makeshift sun umbrella.
Crouch my brow.
Sit and think.
What a day to disappear.
Ray Miller
Tue 17th May 2011 14:48
I like the 2nd verse, surprising and original, but I think you could do without the first verse and wouldn't parasol be better than sun umbrella?
parasol/ crouch my brow
'course it would, they're like hand in glove.