The god Of Fifth Avenue

The morning screamed like a Siren

So loud it drowned out all other audible queues

Like everyone's voice turned into Peanuts' parents

Muffled and diluted

The H-bomb of my life

Erupted from her mouth

The air and walls shook

And nothing's lining up

Like maybe I drank too much

Took in too much of this evening

Friends becoming meaningless

Words fall black like

Newspaper falling from irrupted fire

And there's no turning back

No moving forward; just remain,

In this air of uncertainty

Journey of a lifetime

Just in the daytime

As I sink into the night

Discarded cigarettes like

Text messages from drunken marauders

Looking for a cheap score

But maybe this music soothes these savage beasts

Or maybe the bar band can only play The Stones

Watered down and diluted

I howl at the street dogs, but

They just whimper and coward

Into the shadows of the avenues

And my name's a profanity

To the bums in the alleyway

As god himself tells them

Not to use it in vain

Reviews

[Kenneth The Poet]

I love the last stanza, and the lead up to it is pitch perfect. A knockout write.