Walkways of Ice CreamA Poem by Judas HammerThe Busways in Van Nuys were my escape from myself
Walkway
of Ice Cream Dreams I
glide through Moonlight alleys Trying
my best to forecast what is Around
the next corner Hoping
it is neither: death or his brother destruction For
the moon is a better spectator than bodyguard The potholes
seem like craters From
the view of my semi lucent night vision For
this is the time of werewolves And
cat burglars Yet
here I am Navigating
the catacombs Of
the Valley. Disturbing
the alley dwelling homeless Sleeping
on piss covered mattresses and
broken American dreams I
ignore them knowing their gaze Will
turn me to stone Eye
contact is not a luxury I
stare at the graffiti on the wall The
barrio hieroglyphic Retelling
the tales of ghetto warfare The
slain and unworthy I
point to God To
make me see He
still has me The
sounds of rocks beneath my feet Sound
like big men chewing bran cereal The
guy from the harbor city The
man from the east The
dreamer from the river city Again
walking through the alleys Plotting
a course of failure Plotting
a plan almost certain to fail Because
his mind has left him His
senses dulled His
only energy fueled by the fumes of Past
dreams and delusional fantasy I think I saw a werewolf © 2013 Judas HammerAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on March 24, 2013 Last Updated on March 28, 2013 AuthorJudas HammerThe City of Angeles, CAAboutI like to write, live in La and write and make short films. and more..Writing
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