Pop Poetry

The sky declared war on the city tonight
the heat had been building all day
and the belly of the storm
was raggedy and torn
a cold cast of green in its grey

Thunder rattled lightning crackled
sirens like banshees from Hell
and the river of road
hissed as it flowed
down past the drunken hotel

With bubble and burble and eddy and swirl
it gushed and rushed down the drain
and the grime of the day
got carried away
then soon it went quiet again

Now some come out to inspect their roofs
others puddle back to their cars
the clouds have all gone
and the night carries on
to the winking and blinking of stars

Countless cameras were clicking

At the aristocratic camels

That were picking their way along the beach

In stately lines

There were mothers hugging babies

Radiant of face

And old people in deckchairs

Serenely out of place

As another sleepy sunset held me in its sway

‘Til the rising of the pink pearl moon

Took all my words away