Sweat in the Street

a poem after A. Van Jordan

Sweat pours off the shoulders of the night
in greasy drops that stick to the sidewalk.
puddle around my feet,
soak my socks.

 

Soul-heavy air clings to my fingertips,
trailing in the gutter
with the other restless perfectionists,
missed deadlines,
abandoned desires.

 

Sweat pours off the shoulders of the thick, gray hour
between night and day.
The city is hot and foul in the back alleys
with the passed-out homeless and last call vagrants.
The street is a mirror where the artists drown.

Reviews

[Raven Held]

A very raw, unembellished version of the alleys and gritty streets. Nice poetic touch to it. I especially enjoyed your second stanza.

Great work, Jeberle. Thanks for sharing! ;)


Loves,
Raven

[Kaye]

Wow. This poem belongs in a bigger city.
Your last line is incredible. Truly incredible. Wow. I can feel the weight from the poem fogging up the air.

Please keep writing poetry. You're really good at it.

[Bluet_Belle]

"The street is a mirror where the artists drown."

I love that line.

Again, beautiful imagery, i can just imagine the scene. Wonderful write. Keep it up :P