On the
street where I live
Corner Rose
and Tulip
Love and
rejection intersect
The taking
and the purging
Adoration
and detestation
Religions of
the mad
Sanctifying
the sad
War and
devastation
Building
houses in the sky
They fall
and still you wonder why
Sand,
guardian of cerulean sea
Would have
been better
But for the
mountains of delusions
Offers of
company and currency
From across
the greatest ocean, vast divide
Growing
older in comfort and misery
For lost
love and prideful hurts
Casualties
of weird know no bounds
Atlas
shirked his titanic task
The gods
condemn mortal foibles
Forgetting
they are of clay themselves
I live on a
street
Where doves
hawk wares
Unaware of
the fear that makes
The world go
sensurround
Getting off is
not an option
But, please,
do so
Get off on
your private kicks
The gents
will soon have no dames
The streets
will soon have no names
