This was written for my 12th grade English class. It was supposed to be a metaphor poem, if I recall correctly.
The yellow starving moon is leering like a greedy pimp,
While the black, skeletal fingers of beggars claw at the horizon.
The arrogant sky flaunts his tawdry jewels, hoping to catch
The painted eye of Gaea the whore.
(She will sell herself to the highest bidder
and allow him to violate her if the price is right.)
The glare of the pimp's streetlight almost blots out her wrinkles,
Worn creases deeply lined with grime.
…there is no substance in this place,
this street corner of the universe.
(1998)