These Streets

It bends no other way

cold shapeless walls

ribs bitten to the nub

my hand sits inside a can of acid

melting while I watch

 

In these streets I walk a cold isolation

the ports and trains are kites that disappear

life fixates on raw digestion, and

in this moment I dare to trust or see

once here then gone but then

I taste the air and scream out misdirection

salvation laughing me to sleep 

in the tunnel's hair

Reviews

[redd Brick Keshner]

Your poem beautifully captures the struggle and isolation of life's journey. Even in dark times, there's strength in expressing these feelings. Trust in your resilience and the possibility of brighter days ahead. Keep writing—your words are powerful.

[Perdition]

Nope! I give up...haha...thank you sir and you as well. It is after all, why we are all still here. Much appreciation and wishes for a Happy New Year~

[redd Brick Keshner]

Happy New Year 🥳🎉🕊👍🏻

[barleygirl]

Reading part 1 & 2 together, I see why you had to give this idea another stab. Sometimes that happens to me. I write about a thing one way, then I have to write about it another way later. Perspectives are always changing. This poem feels a little "crimped" compared to the other one, which is intensely spilling (both are great, in different ways!) Being a country dweller most of my life, I do not know what the city streets feel like, but this poem really brings the sensations alive for me (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Perdition]

A little late but just in time to beat the year...so sorry I missed this wonderful review. A thousand pardons ~

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i think we often live inside our own walls, starving for salvation, starving for love, for contact.
And each day a part of us disappears like a hand in acid...one finger at a time...one sorrow at a time...
and does anyone hear us scream? doubtful...

[Perdition]

Some people chase that disappearance into the tunnel just to get another poem or two...Check!..lol. If we listen closely I think most people do somewhat recognize that scream...now do they do anything about it...that IS doubtful. Thanks j.

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I think I hear a howl and caw...but maybe Im just dreaming :)