A Chateau of Bums and Drags

Like a wildflower the people here are

hard-workers but show no improvement.

The constant chatter, the defining noise

It seems they come and go just like weeds.

They don’t die, or fade with the wind.

They can be like flies – annoying,

but more than you’d expect.


Everyday those who smoke,

if its Motown girl, or Teresa up stairs, or Keegan,

they burn out just like the street lights above our cars.

Their lives like weeds and cigarettes give way to just

puttering around showing little triumph or stability.

Their SSI, Medi-Care and Financial Aid checks

vanish between a snap of fingers.

Kris Price

About Ijagun Poetry Journal

Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s