Dirty, Dirty Blues

Dirty, Dirty Blues

A Poem by redzone
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Dirty, Dirty Blues

 

Why did I come back here

to this dirty town

of smoky haze

and your tangled blues.

But you always knew

how to pull me into your

hint of sweet, sweet breath

that covered the truth

of your sour, rancid death.

 

Every morning the sun rose

with a grey soot halo

and you would bleed me

in those cold working hours

until there was nothing left.

Baby, even your rain was black

and I could never get clean,

my smiles few

and far between.

Yet you held me close to your breast,

forcing me to suckle your corruption,

a blood wine, unfit for man

or beast.

 

And here I remain,

caught in your dirty town

with its dirty, dirty blues

and your dirty heart

 as black as night.

I wish I was over you.

 

Aztec Warrior/redzone  6.9.17   


© 2017 redzone



Author's Note

redzone
... thanks for reading... it's a blues Friday..


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AWESOME! This is one of your best! The repetition of "dirty" in the title & thru-out is matched by your perfectly soiled descriptions . . . not too gory, but exactly as dirty as a sad life can be. This intensely conveys the narrator's woeful longing to be free from the curse of this attraction.

Sorry I haven't been online very much in recent months & it looks like a similar pattern for you, too. I always miss reading you when we're gone! (((HUGS)))

Posted 3 Months Ago


This one reminded me of when I smoked and quit. I knew it was bad, but it felt so good. After I quit, I realized it didn't feel as good as I thought it did. Sometimes the memory or the illusion is better than the actual thing or person we think/thought we were attached to. Its funny how scents can illicit strong memories as well. you always have such a rich and colorful way of drawing in the reader with your descriptions. I have missed you and your writing. This one was beautifully dirty :)

Posted 4 Months Ago


You make a grey soot halo sparkle with your words. Love....we can not choose it or understand it at times. It can be tangled and blue, but we feel it down deep and the feeling can be a delightful melange of pleasure and pain. Also, it can be "nice"...and this one certainly is. You have been busy writing and we reap the benefits. Lydi**

Posted 4 Months Ago


redzone

4 Months Ago

so Lydi, pleasure, would be rather nice to have some... lol... thanks Lydi I was careful not to get.. read more
Great love your style look forward to reading more

Posted 4 Months Ago


redzone

4 Months Ago

thanks Julie, glad you pen found its way here...
oh so dirty...but give me more eh!? :) vivid imaging ..reminds me of Pittsburgh somehow .. or Gary Indiana ... boy ..that's one town i would never go back to ..no matter how rancid she is ;) i like the nitty gritty of this poem ..women are not the only ones that can be lunatic in love
E.
ps. mighty fine music and video ... listened/watched the whole thing :)

Posted 4 Months Ago


redzone

4 Months Ago

thanks E, a great comment.. I grew up in a small steel town like this.... probably much like Gary nd.. read more
Einstein Noodle

4 Months Ago

:) .........................

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A Poem by redzone