Murder of Crows

They share dark dreams and visceral prose 
While above a murder of screeching crows 
Binds their souls to scorching sin town

Driving a rusty winged cadillac
As they slip out the back Jack
When they can’t pay the rent 
On their one room dirt shack 
That looks down from the escarpment to Hell

Heading west to the famous Fremont Hotel  
Where shrimp cocktails are still ninety-nine cents
And they bet their last dime on black 29
In the hopes of scoring a big win

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

The Sunday Muse #176

Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 24 years and their latest rescue, Jackson “Jax” Lyberg. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com and view anthologies containing her work here: Amazon Author Page

25 Comments on “Murder of Crows

  1. Love the title…love the poem…”They share dark dreams and visceral prose While above a murder of screeching crows Binds their souls to scorching sin town” What a way to start a poem! Love we chose the same song. 🙂

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  2. Way cool, Linda. My mom and my uncle once owned big-finned cars – they were so cool back then. I like the way you slipped “snuck out the back Jack” into your poem. Loved it.

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