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

[kdpgrahi]

A very good and vivid picture you have painted. The descriptions so meticulous to just make the world hang before the eyes. Excellent work I like it most