Alley Cats Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Andrew Wyeth realism
Little snowflake man in glass
Blue flat clocks
Curls of golden stars
Sapphire eyes in the moonlight
You bring me eclectic pink
I love the living plethora
Words must have brush strokes
Art cookies eaten by the cats
Mood swing poetry like jazz
Emotion swarthy and silver

Low flying geese over tall grass
Soft light on the edge of baby blue
Plays hide the repented killers
Black tweed sweater in the fall air
Actor of opal gangs
Burn down the village
Progress dances with genocide
I will not contribute to your movement
Truth is too fast for hardened groups
Denominational signs lit like a whore
We move like political cats in the alley