Oz

October 10, 2017

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Linda Imbler

A shabby town feigning glamour,

A vapor amid the clamor,

Distractions from sidewise contours

masking that unwholesome smell.

Lurking snake oil salesmen

with unctuous undertaker bent,

switch dark lights to bursting flash, then

ensnare you within the carousel.

Lolita dolls posed on the street,

exteriors seem so sweet

but within, cold hearts that seldom beat,

features masked with colors.

Genial contempt disguised,

smiles that never touch their eyes,

hardset, merciless mouths plied

to take another dollar.                                                                        
My Drawing:

Blazing buildings so compact,

the wrapping maze that so attracts,

leads to where the minotaur’s kept,

purposeful deceit.

Beware the bright yellow brick road,

false idols dot it, we’ve been told,

hidden deep cracks suck your soul

and feed this town’s conceit.                                                              My Drawing:

Creating "Oz"

Safe travels, everyone.  Safe travels.

Afterthoughts for "Oz"

I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy. 

Anais Nin

Amsterdam has more than 150 canals and 1,250 bridges, but it never seems crowded, nor bent and bitter from fleecing the tourist. 

Julie Burchill

Bangkok, like Las Vegas, sounds like a place where you make bad decisions. 

Todd Phillips