Read the news today
Black and white stains of yesterday
Sunshine with blue skies
Smiling at me
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love's not dead, just over-rated baby's not dead just innoculated by the way loved the poem
Reminds me of the many court trials that play out in real time on our t.v. sets....like bad reality shows, only these stars fall rapidly from grace. A powerful write indeed. PEACE
.loved your imagination.........and the ability to transform it into a poem........
There's a list of your poems directly below an ad for MAD MAX FURY ROAD, a lurid remake of the old franchise from the 1980s (which was lurid fir its time!) . Then I read your poem which distills the essence of those movies with apocalyptic violence by restoring the human dimension of the violence. The danger isn't in car chases and crashes and things exploding in huge fireballs. The danger is in the human heart which becomes sick with frustrated desire or perceived wrongs and then lashes out at any convenient target nearby. You found the language of this femme fatale, gave her a voice of rough eloquence and unleashed her righteous anger. I was stunned, felt the danger of her presence even though it was just words on paper. Those words slice reality with their knife edges.