*“On Every Street”
dusty winds carry
the tumble weeds of your heart;
those wayward ideologues of love,
***** nilly,
like time’s arrow
down every street.
~~~
sometimes they catch
in the shrubs by my house,
other times in the sewer grate
down at the corner,
but always,
always they sing,
like whistling tears,
and dance with a barren earth
to a melancholy tune.
~~~
tumbling down every street
I see you
and try to hold onto
your slippery sighs
thinking you may sing your tears
for me,
creating in my garden
the colors Of Spring.
~~~
but you slip through these fingers,
lifeless,
tumble **** light,
blowing down every street.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.16.16
*Note: the title of this poem is from the
song “On Every Street”, which is also
embedded with the poem.*
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
*“On Every Street”
dusty winds carry
the tumble weeds of your heart;
those wayward ideologues of love,
***** nilly,
like time’s arrow
down every street.
~~~
sometimes they catch
in the shrubs by my house,
other times in the sewer grate
down at the corner,
but always,
always they sing,
like whistling tears,
and dance with a barren earth
to a melancholy tune.
~~~
tumbling down every street
I see you
and try to hold onto
your slippery sighs
thinking you may sing your tears
for me,
creating in my garden
the colors Of Spring.
~~~
but you slip through these fingers,
lifeless,
tumble **** light,
blowing down every street.
Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.16.16
*Note: the title of this poem is from the
song “On Every Street”, which is also
embedded with the poem.*
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