SARASOTA #poetry by jay

the windows are rattling / vibrating 
warrior drums / drumming up battle

the traffic is doubling in immensity
steel thrumming / brakes grinding / growling engines

the vulgarity in population density thickets / then thickens 
gridlock cemented / tourism almost non-existent / instead

new-residential-sales increase / billow / like sails on the gulf stream
blowing in torrents of wind / hailing in the newcomer’s almighty dollars

latching onto our sorrows / as we trail new trails / to avoid the inevitable clashes
the horizon rising higher / flat-earthers swallow / the sunset / drunken beggars / maulers 

flatten silence with hollers / peaceful sunsetters forgotten / pollution increases two-bit liars 
ocean views lost to skyscrapers / modern boxes hatch like turtles on salted landscapes / if 

Hemingway saw this / as witness / his drunken brawls would pursue this / plot an escape / in third person / narrate a way out / I feel a sense of dread mixed with doubt / how long can this go on

before the whole thing POPS like corn!

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Josiah Gibbs on Unsplash

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  1. So that’s Sarasota!! I think I won’t visit:)…your excellent descriptions and metaphors are like a very powerful anti-chamber of commerce advertisement But really you wrote a great poem about a place that seems to lack so many things…

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