The streets beckon my undoing.
The darkness collapses on your profile,
with the streets empty like the intonations of our syllables.
We can walk these alleys until we bump into something of use,
Or can walk until we get the to the avenue.
We can walk until the sun comes up,
Or we can choose a backdoor and pray for the best.
We could walk for miles, and pray for rest.
Or we can admit defeat and just give up.
Either way, I'm sure we're fucked.
In the night air we're surely fucked.
with the streets empty like the intonations of our syllables.
We can walk these alleys until we bump into something of use,
Or can walk until we get the to the avenue.
We can walk until the sun comes up,
Or we can choose a backdoor and pray for the best.
We could walk for miles, and pray for rest.
Or we can admit defeat and just give up.
Either way, I'm sure we're fucked.
In the night air we're surely fucked.
posted by Brandon S at 8.11.04
2 Comments:
Mirt's right, it does song like a chorus or lyric of some kind.
I know it's a little immature, but man I love swear words. Poems with swear words are the best!
You are right about the cursing.
It's powerful in a weak way. I like to use it
to convey a sort of inarticulation, I want
to convey a powerful feeling, but the use of the word "fuck" is sort of sad in a way, which is why i used it.
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