Down the AlleysA Poem by danthe dark and somewhat invisible life in a dark alleyDown the Alleys
Slipping down alleyways amidst all the chiming, Thinking of novel ways to act out my rhyming; Kicking down cobblestone, Slurping an ice cream cone Pondering rhythm and ultimate timing.
Slipping down alleyways littered with cats, Some of them squeaking and sneaking like rats; A look at those kitties Sees none of them pretty, Ignored by the homeless men hidden by hats.
Slipping down alleyways slickened by ice, I slipped and I fell, not one time but twice Forgetting the rhyming, The rhythm and timing The ice forms a prism, a knife makes a slice.
Slipping down alleyways in the absence of peace, The bells of the hero still chiming, at least; Those same chiming bells Seem to cast their own spells Disavowed by the black cowled priests.
dan © 2015
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