60 years in a flash of #poetry
Time wisps away
Ghosts traveling past,
in search of solace.
Cold war, hippies, polyester period disco
mannequin figures make way for
the underwear era, until stomachs crying
to be free of a girdle ask for acceptance.
Skin tight dresses bulge, front and rear,
held up by stiletto’s, heralding the passing
of dignity and common sense.
Socialism’s shadow passes over us and
on his heels dictators trample…
the bane of humanity ripping away
at the fabric of our destiny.
”The scum rises to the top,”
My mother said,
when crooning was in style.
Millennia, era, epoch passes,
one style remains.
Humanity gravitates, spinning…
hurling away from peace.