Black it Out

California is a stink,
A noise, a tone, a habit
And heaps of houses are,
As the man once said,
Pimps and peephole saints
Dipping their mouths
Into the bay. And men
And women scramble
While silver rivers
Of fish pour in and out
Until the last fish screams.

A black out poem from John Steinbeck’s page 1
of “Cannery Row.” Prompted by dVerse Poets Pub


12 thoughts on “Black it Out

    1. I absolutely adore Steinbeck’s work, so I’m glad it turned out well. I went for pimps and peepholes as opposed to sons of bitches and saints. So glad you liked my word choices.

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