I wandered down Vagary Street amid
colors clamorous and clandestine
a melding of brights and pastels and
muddy depressives, people eating,
laughing, frowning, lapping tears
sliding down cheeks and onto lips,
salty and seasoned with sorrow.
I lay down on a park bench, curled
knees to chin, overwhelmed with
merciless waves of fervor and the
unfaltering glitter of imbroglio
and fell into an exhausted stupor
until the bus came hissing to a stop,
a giant bloated lizard ready to snap
me up like an errant fly drunk from
riotous flight and into the belly of an
unknowable destination…..or maybe
just to the next corner.
Charlotte Hamrick 
Wow, I love the descriptive words you used. Awesome poem!
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A bus like a lizard! It’s wonderful and frightening what our dreams invent and reveal in a mysterious way.
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overwhelmed with
merciless waves of fervor and the
unfaltering glitter of imbroglio
and fell into an exhausted stupor…nice…love your use of language through there…to really set the scene and feel of the moment….and sometimes if the next corner not enough, a change of scenery..or just another place to cop a squat…
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This is filled with haze and horror, huh? So at first I thought this might be about Mardi Gras. Isn’t that going on right now? You write very well. Thanks.
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Charlotte I was right there on the bench with you. amazing writing once again.
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a giant bloated lizard ready to snap
me up like an errant fly drunk from
riotous flight and into the belly of an
unknowable destination…..or maybe
just to the next corner….how cool a description.. will remember this when i ride the bus next…way cool..
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Thanks for reading & commenting, everyone.
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