Pastel shades of coloured foam,
Baby blue, and pink as candied floss.
Surrounded by that rhythmic drone.
as you trundle forward, at a carwash.
Cobwebs shrink beneath the weight
thunderous power in every brush
Wheels are tugged to pull you straight,
pressures building, pistons crush.
Drama bombards your every sense,
those trippy whirls of coloured water
Violence entraps you like a fence
As dirt and dust fall to the slaughter.
YOU ARE READING
A poem per day
PoetryA place for poems. One year. 365 poems. A challenge, a journey - a quest to be a better writer.
