Nailed to the Nightlife like Christ to the Cross

 

Saintly sinners and

Curly-haired clouds broadcast

The glittering skyline

Anxieties hanging with a sharpness

Of broken stained-glass

 

Beer flows a fairy-tale princess

Meticulously careless self-indulgence

Razor wire dreams cut deep

Hobo musicians hitching a ride

On deviant melodies

 

The night swaying, sweating

As the moon swings like a pendulum

Between broken boulevards

And flickering neon lights

 

Redbrick edifices imprison

Like a tomb of booze and lies,

And truth!

The sidewalk sags and buckles

Beneath your cross to bear

 

A heat that rises from the streets

Falls from adulterated skies

Onto burned out allies;

Burned out faces

 

And the dirty old men

With their dirty old minds

Like these dirty old streets

Polluted by time

Reviews

[Chris]

Dirt is ageless... AND genderless...
empowering and taste-full.

Wish-full and want-full,
mind-full and mindful.

I's seeking we's
and the heat of human condition
thrown-in...
dinner-is-served
and the tables sheerly CREAKING with the bounty.

Hi TK... you brought a fine taste to the 'table'...
very fine.

Chris

[Tkess]

@eclipsing moon, you are correct good sir, it should have been deviant. Damn spell check. Good catch.

[JimmyFlux]

The city is your muse. Its streets a passion. A poem that could use a shower but must never come near one. You continue to scrape the goods off the concrete bone.

[Larry Dyson]

STARK realism...comparisons are Grity...wish you would have taken your sterling descriptions one step further and brought the Last stanza back in comparison to the title and the first stanza..."And the dirty old men

With their dirty old minds

Like these dirty old streets

Polluted by time

An the nails of their addictions are pummled thru the flesh ,,weighted by their grey skinned reprobate corpulence and alcoholic wheezing lungs.

or some thing like that ..just sayin; ya know? crucify them again verbaly...

hate to ask about a word..but must..is it deviate melodies or deviant melodies?

[writing mojo]

WOW! again... I am glad I was invited to this group. Truly amazing stuff, your word choice is superb so many lines to cling too; a poem with in a poem stanzas carefully placed in space left over which orbits the distressed feeling in the image a city being...amazing stuff

[Kenneth The Poet]

Awesome work! Stark, observant, fascinating.

[Rene Velez]

gritty and dark, you ever been to New York City? sounds like my part of town...awesome work here...

[Audrey Howitt]

Your writing always makes me pause. It is always excellent and this is no exception. Really well-done!!!!

[Ruth]

Unique! That is what I can say about your work, always something to sink the mind into and decipher...brilliant love! I have to say as well...the title is superb! xx

[Complex Disaster]

From title to finish, some of your best work. It reflects the frustrations of man, especially near the end. Excellent work

[Lily Mae]

Burned out and trapped in time.. and polluted by time.. I like it.. xx