Alleys

Alleys

A Poem by Ty
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Current affairs

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It doesn't get as cold in Late December.
Climate change in alleys choking critics.
 
Was this something I forgot to mention?
 
Apply pressure,
Increase the tension.
I digress.
February reigns as your new winter.
No coke off Vogues or benders.
Truly.
I'm not bitter, just chose to center.
Brewed a stew of garlic, cloves and vengeance.
Cloud or smoke,
It's hard to place the difference.
Some off, awkward taste of remnants.
Couldn't describe the texture,
Verdict's pending.

Was this something I forgot to mention?
 
A crimp of wire dimly lit my simple fire.
Black and white print of a flickering lightbulb's filament.
If they go low, then we go higher.
The old pace expired.
A little tired of the back pedaling and soft-toned rhetoric.
Couldn't describe the slow-motion tyrant.
A bloke or pirate,
Anyone who'd stoke the flames and poke at silence.

© 2026 Ty


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Added on February 13, 2026
Last Updated on February 13, 2026

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