PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

The undeveloped streams of consciousness

sometimes seem to yield jewels;

those real gems of expression

that smile on eternally

for the rest of my life

I’ll be striving for the gems;

those little pearls

that ne’er be cast before swine

and the streets of Center City

don’t spark any  new ideas

and Hindu incense lends

a sense of understanding

but the air is too thick

with the misadventure

I calculate the odds

but refrain from playing a bet

and a pint at Fergie’s Pub

will set things right again

as I avoid the rush hour train

and the 75 cent extra tag

I purchase books of poetry

and avant jazz CDs

racing toward the apocalypse

but I still have trouble

taking Nostradamus seriously

the city remains intense

and the Sound of Market

has me singing a better tune.