BLEAKER STREET by Shabetei
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Description
I live on the edge
Of Bleaker Street
Where shadows and light
Never meet
And the sun gets stuck
On building tops
Where crows cry vainly
And never stop
My grass has grown
Much too high
Covering the curb
That's never dry
From oil specks
Of dying cars
That line the street
Of the local bars
And I hear the voices
Of laughter in pitch
Where corner meets corner
At the traffic switch
Crowds lingering uselessly
I drown out the sounds
Of their absurdity
Here life happens
Very fast
As I watch children
Go biking past
And wonder if here
They will remain
To watch the street
That will never change
I live on the edge
Of Bleaker Street
Where life and death
Often meet
And it's hard to tell
The difference in them
Except Bleaker Street
Has no dead end
Comments (5)
mishelleb
Ooooh!! Moving, dark and I'm touched!! The image is one powerful part but your poem really got the mood!! Thank you!
nikolais
Superb match!
oscilis
Hit in the face by your words again.
hanevi
Dark and tight. Sharp as ever.
88
Surreal! A wonderful diversion. Thanks!