Accidentally Like Bridge Street

The Sexless Cassanova walks with a swagger he cannot hide.

The Rodeo Clowns downtown, know it's based on lies.

The Prom-Queen walks like rambo as she dives into the sun.

As Juliet searches for Romeo, she starts to feel like Tom Thumb.

Oh, but Cassanova, I do not believe he is done.

He'll search for Juliet but I do not believe she come.

The Italian Poet of the new age.

He walks like a gangster, but writes like a sage.

He hates himself, and everything he's done.

Wants to disappear between the dusk and the dawn.

But when people ask him, "where he's from?"

He tells them, "East of nowhere, and south of the sun."

The Little Drummer Boy, walks the streets at night

He plays guitar by the sacrificial light.

But as tomorrow turns into today.

He is slipping closer, into the fray.

But the white horse comes around the bend, and he can't push away!

Nobody, knows his pain.

Reviews

[felica mariiee]

The imagery in this is one step before push readers over the edge.. Leave the reader in the ambition to find the meaning behind this poem. Drawing them in at every twist, again beautiful described and The Little Drummer Boy stanza ties it up so nicely I love this!