Black Deli
By Rob Tester, 4th Feb 2012 | Follow this author
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This poem was written some time ago and I never got around to finding the time publishing it. This came off of a certain image that I saw when I was out and about in my hometown of Brooklyn and it gave me that sense in which was the inspiration to this poem. I'll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.
Black Deli
Black Deli
Under
Green Clouds.
In Black Clouds
Of Smoldering Ash.
The Buildings
And Bridges
Are Burning.
The Rats
Are Scattering
But who said
They’re Scattering
Away?
On a corner
Where shadows
Linger.
Where Dogs
Become Savage
And Cats
Become Killers.
In a Muggy Place
Is a shady deli.
However
It is anything
But
Typical.
Behind the counter
Is a toothless man
Who is flea bitten
Red eyes
And everything
But nice.
The lights
Flicker
And the maggots
Squirm
On the shelves.
In jars
Of water
Are human hands.
In bowls
With rotting spoons
Are eyeballs
Of every color.
On the metal hooks
Suspended from the ceiling
Are arms
And legs
Of every size
And color.
Puddles of blood
Are on the floor.
And a sickening stench
Of decaying flesh
Is among.
In the far back
Bombs of
Every kind.
Everyone is on the Fritz
Cause there’s a cop
In Uniform
Looking at the bombs.
The Tubular Lights
Flicker
With a green tint
And moths hovering
Around them.
The sky
Is Green
The black smoke
Travels upwards
From the
Burning Buildings.
Rats
Scatter Forth.
The Black Deli
Sits on the Street Corner
Waiting for the
Satanic Demons
To pay a visit.
Comments
6th Feb 2012 (#)
Very nice. Love it! Thank you for sharing.:)
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10th Feb 2012 (#)
Loved it liked the flow thank you for sharing,.
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