The Night Is Just Ripe For Us AllA Poem by Tkess
I see the vultures circling Penn Street Rats wear hoods on this side of town I can’t seem to get my bearings It’s unseasonably warm for this time of year But you can feel the cold a-comin’ You can smell it
Your dreams aren’t broken here, but They did get roughed up a bit Chewed up and spit out Ain’t no solitary tap dance tonight More like solitary confinement Caught inside the aching tomb of the city
Jitterbugging in the slaughterhouse Five days ‘til Tuesday and I can see my baby Eyes like diamonds and an a*s that makes me Fall in love each time she walks away People say one day I’ll change my tune, but Until then, this ol’ record will keep on spinning
The way the light hits this town Makes the shadows look like a bit off Like they, too, are trying to escape All the weeds look like dead rats that couldn’t quite Make it through the cracks in the sidewalk
The wind is blowin’ through the streets, Blowin’ right through us The night unfolds like some wicked origami, but It’s all part of life’s rich pageant Layin’ on the floor, shirt tails untucked Trying to rewind the night before
Sippin’ my whiskey, sittin’ through a tongue lashin’ Words bouncing of the four walls of this here apartment Hate, love, hate, I guess would be the cliff notes of the evening If you were keeping taps that’s one for and two against Story of my life Take big steps to trip up and fall back down again
On some foggy autumn night Peace and quiet (eerily quite) Like the gods are just scheming for you But all we want to do is chew it up and Swallow it whole, ‘cause the night is just ripe for us all © 2011 TkessReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 16, 2011 Last Updated on November 16, 2011 AuthorTkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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