hey man, whatsup?
’tis the season to glow
hustlers glitter under streetlight
like shards of broken window
neon sign blinks cheap hotel
alley cats’ eyes flicker between
garbage dumpsters in row
yowling fight over dead fish
it’s Christmas eve, yeah
sell me some snow!
Linking with dVerse poets where Lillian hosts a “glowing” quadrille…
a poem in my pocket 
Dec 17, 2019 @ 14:45:56
This is like putting some of Dickens’ commentary of a Christmas Carol in a modern glow… can almost see Scrooge walking around in that darkness
Dec 18, 2019 @ 06:27:03
Thank you, Bjorn!
Dec 17, 2019 @ 11:57:07
Wow, you’ve managed darkness and light so well.
Dec 17, 2019 @ 13:41:21
Thank you, Linda…light will overcome darkness in the end.
Dec 16, 2019 @ 20:44:51
Nice last line about selling someone snow.
Dec 16, 2019 @ 22:11:38
“Snow” as another term for cocaine…
Dec 16, 2019 @ 20:32:31
Thanks for reminding us Lynn of the “other side” of the holiday glow.
Dec 16, 2019 @ 20:29:43
OH wow!!! What fire this is! Like bam bam for the penultimate and the last stanzas!
Dec 16, 2019 @ 20:22:48
Lynn, I see your poem as a cry in the wilderness for the disempowered.
Dec 16, 2019 @ 22:09:38
Thank you for hearing that cry, Lisa.
Dec 16, 2019 @ 22:16:44
You are welcome.
Dec 16, 2019 @ 17:14:46
Oh my!!!! That third and fourth stanza are amazing! What a punch you give to this! And oh yes…..so sadly we must realize there are individuals, people with hearts and needs and loves and cares, who do not find this a wonderful and comforting holiday season. For them, the life, the challenges, the raw act of living just keeps happening as if it’s any other day.
Thank you for posting this.
Dec 16, 2019 @ 19:09:32
Thank you, Lilllian, for the challenge and your appreciation for people who do not/cannot celebrate this season.