The Land of Milk and Honey

 

The night covers us like a bruise

Through black-eyed alleys

And battered street corners

A puzzle of the world

 

Pieces missing and scattered about

The city speaks a sordid dialect

Known only to the w****s and pushers;

A street light halo over the angels of sin city

 

The skyline, a silhouette of love and lust

Against the blue veil of the heavens

The city leaves its mark like a blue-white contusion

A wound that will not heal

 

Shattered and torn, broken and crushed

Like the scorn of many a lover

The city morns, but it will not weep

In the land of apathy there is no sleep

Reviews

[Chris]

I've heard TV Show intro's that weren't as compelling...

Good bite!

Chris

[Complex Disaster]

The last line is my favorite, awesome writing

[.n.]

Great imagery here and some really interesting comparisons. I particulary like 'black-eyed alleys' and all of the bruising going on. Also like 'blue veil of the heavens'. Nicely done.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Beautifully stark.

[Alicia Hirshey]

Deep and lovely.

[DeletedUser]

Amazing. It reminds me of the time I was in the city. Your imagery made me feel like I was there again.

[Lily Mae]

I love the deep dark intensity with this write.. Your honest depiction allows the reader absorb each word.. excellent..xx

[Aleyah]

Absolutely beautiful =D I love your imagery, it's so perfect and awesome. Great poem, honestly, I love the third stanza, especially.

[Rene Velez]

Huge in scope, this is pure atmosphere that bleeds city life, overwhelming from start to finish it captures the reader, well done...