Number Four Lipow StrasseA Poem by Neville
Hey, please take a look at all the graffiti covered ghetto walls over here where it seems that both Schindler’s broken heart and his conscience still have value and purpose .. Oh’ and please take a peek at least, at number four Lipow Strasse, while you are passing through
.. You will note it’s still heaving as much now as it ever did,
back in the day .. When ladies with their faux ermine would pound these all too familiar streets, late at night until
morning .. Some folk, are now saying it’s too damp, cold and dark in
there but get this .. It’s still a far cry from the hovels that pretend to be hotels falling down and into canals by the waterfront .. And anyway, the various scents that come from inside Café Alchemia are just as inviting today as they have ever been, since at least the mid sixteenth century .. And now on looking back, I recall it was somewhere up there, in a small third floor apartment that she turned to face me
and said,
no you don’t look old .. You just look tired and a bit worn, that’s all, much like this old quilt we both lay under and these torn curtains and the nineteen-thirties flock wallpaper we try to burn to keep warm throughout the long nights of another lonely winter or until we are buried and eventually
become liberated .. © 2025 NevilleFeatured Review
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