Nailed to the Nightlife like Christ to the Cross

 

Saintly sinners and

Curly-haired clouds broadcast

The glittering skyline

Anxieties hanging with a sharpness

Of broken stained-glass

 

Beer flows a fairy-tale princess

Meticulously careless self-indulgence

Razor wire dreams cut deep

Hobo musicians hitching a ride

On deviant melodies

 

The night swaying, sweating

As the moon swings like a pendulum

Between broken boulevards

And flickering neon lights

 

Redbrick edifices imprison

Like a tomb of booze and lies,

And truth!

The sidewalk sags and buckles

Beneath your cross to bear

 

A heat that rises from the streets

Falls from adulterated skies

Onto burned out allies;

Burned out faces

 

And the dirty old men

With their dirty old minds

Like these dirty old streets

Polluted by time

Reviews

[Chris]

Dirt is ageless... AND genderless...
empowering and taste-full.

Wish-full and want-full,
mind-full and mindful.

I's seeking we's
and the heat of human condition
thrown-in...
dinner-is-served
and the tables sheerly CREAKING with the bounty.

Hi TK... you brought a fine taste to the 'table'...
very fine.

Chris

[Seshat Nidaba]

The language used is startling and intricate, I was taken back for a sec there. The first stanza has a true poetic merit of the likes which I do not see very often. The piece has a very decent ending. I have to applaud this piece, I find it original and displaying a range of thought and phrasing. Enter this into any Safalta, I would be very glad to see this piece again.

[Erica Daubert]

duuuuuude. this was bad a*s. i f*****g love your writing, man. "like a tomb of booze and lies and truth." that line strikes to the core. well, i must admit i've definitely been so drunk that i've accused the moon of swaying (maybe not in those exact words, but you get the point) so that line stood out to me. and the ending! f**k yes with the ending. i deal with dirty old men in the city all day long, then at work all night long tending bar. thanks for this one. i gotta check out some more of your writing. send me any read requests you'd like.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A fair of noble indignity against a ruling class and a power now dead, well written and a great read.

[Nobody.]

The whole thing kicks a*s, but that last stanza really screams!
Cheers!
RG

[Alskar]

The title is clever. To me, it suggests a dependence on alcohol and having social outings. It says a lot about the speaker before we even get into the poem. I love the drunkenness we get in the second and third last stanzas, I felt like I was swaying around myself. I could get the feel of a proper good night from this. But your final stanza is weak! It's just a bit flat when you have that elaborate work just before it. It doesn't fit in with the rest of it. It would be nice if you even ended it at the second last stanza.

[Tasha]

The imagery was amazing, great piece.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[DeletedUser]

Wow, the imagery in this is amazing! I enjoy your word usage also: "The sidewalk sags and buckles Beneath your cross to bear," powerful.

[deeps]

Different than most of the writes I read.
I really enjoyed this.

[Sunni Davis]

This is powerful and gritty. You give such a strong voice to your words, the kind that echoes through the mind but never fades.