The Ghosts That Sell Memories

 

This town has plagiarized my thoughts

Before I even had them

I pull up my collar

Not because it’s cold, but because

I don’t want them to see me,

The staring eyes of the city

 

I walk past the diner,

The laundromat, the deli, but

The bar is calling

Two days sober and I need

Something to cloud my head

 

The street lights peak

With the cops on the beat

Twirling their batons,

Soap-box political rhetoric

Told to the pimps and pushers

Like some Curtis Mayfield song

 

The ghosts that sell memories

On the sidewalk menagerie

And the dogs are a barking

And my mind is swimming

The taxi cab parking, up

To the burnt-offerings just for me

Reviews

[Joe Shetina]

Revealing and well-written. Love the ideas here.

[DeletedUser]

Captivating. I love how you have the unique ability to take a place and describe every detail so that it feels that I'm the one there. Great poem:)

[Alicia Hirshey]

Dark and moving.

[Ruth]

I know this is going to sound odd but this reminds me of something Nick Cave would sing! And I love Nick Cave lol
This is brilliant! Plays out like a scene...the wanderings of mind and surroundings...intensely drives home a lucid feel! Quite an ominous one too...in a good way :)
Excellent!
xx

[Kenneth The Poet]

Dark, like I've been there before.

[Lily Mae]

I felt as thought I were watching a little mini movie...your descriptive talents are so amazing.. Excellent write..xx

[Rene Velez]

solid piece of visual writing, the atmosphere is spot on....nice work.