JAllenS Poetry (1)

Now is past a century or two
since I have lurked these shadows
of the many who had used to be
as present kin foreshadows.

This one marked with neither name nor rose
is where I used to cower
when I aptly chose this borough free
of any men of power.

Is this just to be another place
of processed poisons purely
pumping at a pace for picky me
to pull so prematurely?

What I've longed for is an essence that
of which now only cleanest
when a meal is at the age of three
and toxins are the leanest.

I would never waste my single chance
in days of horse and carriage
so to hide and prance around a lee
for snacks or to disparage.

Call it what you will and what I am
you reader of a brutal
lot of skew and scam with history
that makes your living futile.

Food is what I crave as you are well
aware and comfy knowing
that you found it swell you'll never see
my coming nor my going.