Posted by Atticus on October 9, 2005, at 15:06:58
I walked beside the razor wire,
A harlequin, eyes all afire,
Seeking his jester’s dark desire,
An ashcan, skid-row funeral pyre
To burn away the muck and mire,
To rise above the dark and dire
That tar-stained thoughts seemed to desire,
A cracked sidewalk my slim empire,
Lined with crack houses that require
Blood sacrifices that only sire
Changling children who require
Suckling needles to rise higher.I cast my gaze to neon stars
Blazing like bottled sun,
Serpentine glass constellations
Waiting for someone,
To divine signs from glowing tubes,
To undo what is done,
But I’m no urban astrologer,
Just an urchin on the run.The pieces of ten million dreams,
Lay spread among the rotting beams
Like brick walls split by ragged seams,
Tossed among the weeds by teams
Whose icy eyes are marked by gleams
Of frozen parchment stacked in reams,
Poetry frozen in mid-stream,
Uncoupled couplets, curdled cream
Of asphalt philosophers who deem
This city cannot be redeemed,
It’s sinking amid pits of steam,
Controlled by unseen men of means.I cast my gaze to neon stars
Blazing like bottled sun,
Serpentine glass constellations
Waiting for someone,
To divine signs from glowing tubes,
To undo what is done,
But I’m no urban astrologer,
Just an urchin on the run.
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