Venice on steroids

Eugene

Ok, it's not you, 

It's me.

I see things differently.

The romance of gondolas 

Is lost

In the gawking crowds 

On each quant bridge

Staring down 

As though 

We were on display

And we were

(on the bridge). 

In choppy waters 

The Gondolier, 

Hard pressed to steer 

To navigate

Past fast boats

In a hurry

Going the other way.

Like most things today

All upside down

Backwards

The romance of true love 

Swallowed by 

The coin machine

Rigged to take it all

And leave you with the notion

That somehow 

You had a great time. 

Eugene 10/09/2022

 

  • Author: Eugene (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2022 11:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: We spoil the natural beauty around us in our hurry (over the cliff)
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  • Doggerel Dave

    Venice requires time, much longer than the 24hours to three days masses of tourists give it in order to tick it off their bucket list (Quick photo and away).
    Going to suss you out soon...



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