dave roskos | poem written while listening to the new music quartet playing alban berg's string quartet opus 3

POEM WRITTEN WHILE LISTENING TO THE NEW MUSIC QUARTET PLAYING ALBAN BERG’S STRING QUARTET OPUS 3

the dominion of dreams
darkens decadent doorknobs
dropping drearily down —–
upon the hate-hardened noggins
of demented carnival clowns
wringing dishwater out of their frowns
in all night laundromats
in the city’s heroin district

a volunteer army of addicts
narco squad clashes with crackhead brigade
police retreat
crackheads resume occupation of tent city
demand decriminalization

PARKS AT RISK

dog walkers & buskers decry new ordinances
vandalism of surveillance cameras continues

mail-order heart attack
a crust of bread
super-glue shoe repair
muddy work boot abandon

the great not caring
reverberates above the
music of the machines

0 Replies to “dave roskos | poem written while listening to the new music quartet playing alban berg's string quartet opus 3”

  1. Dave Roskos believable and a poem on alienation moves
    us in this time of unbelief except in the wonderful power
    of words he exhibits as Holderlin put it ‘God’s being missed
    in the end will help him.’ I only know words have power
    and Dave makes us think ” above the music of the machines.”

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