City of Alley

City of Alley

A Poem by Perdition
"

Truibtle back at ya for having questions and songs

"

I listened to those songs

like a strange new souvenir

the clouds, the stars all of us slouched down in jeans

 and leaning back into the stillness and rooftop  


The sun cut its way into

another night  

black now steel on blue canopy 

memories and wings humming all up as one 

and then I turned it up a notch

deep inside I wanted to spit into another abyss

into the red clay of the canyon where

the sandstone crawled out of me 

though not in the marrow of any sheets

but in its laughter again


And all of it a scream over the pounding of box cars


See I don't believe you quite realize

you can turn back most hands your way

I played with the matchbox traffic, the 

grassy goats and thin black jacket like a drape

the screeching of brakes and smell of some cinnamon coffee shop

It all broke away in the morning's spine 


I listened to the music, the birds with fresh leaves

all giggling at me

still a fixture on the roof and then darkness 

I watched it come again

not by storm or confusion or strange emotion


See I'd been there for hours 

trying to learn how to break 

playing this jazz, in the city of alley

and then in that moment I thought there was nothing

that wanted a thing from me


For a moment 

there was nothing


I thought the silence had reached out to get me

but I don't think,that’s what it was at all

I felt more wanted than ever before

stars, the halfmoon, a new American darkness,  and no one

truly asking for names 

and all of us settled up into freedom


So on that rooftop, as the sun rose with its opera again

dusting the light off from my treasure

I felt as if I could breathe again

as if someone was listening

Is that even possible 

© 2023 Perdition


Author's Note

Perdition
Photo by Federico Rizzarelli on Unsplash

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Hi there,
Did you mean to write spit or did you mean split?
Either way I think it works...
I have gone back and read your thoughts at least 4 times and each time I find more interesting thoughts.
I love the way you play with words.
I believe that anyone that reads your work is made to think..and that is always good.
Ofcourse what you write is up for interpretation...
Whatever lies deep within your thinking I always enjoy reading it....
Lisa, typing with my left finger because I broke my clavicle bone a couple of days ago

Posted 11 Months Ago


Perdition

10 Months Ago

Well, first of all, I just now saw this, so terribly sorry for the delay, but I hope it was a worthy.. read more
I wanted to split into another abyss/ into the red clay of the canyon know how that feels friend

riveting read as per usual P


Posted 11 Months Ago


Perdition

11 Months Ago

Thank you Ken...read my last two comments to J's review and you'll know why I must come back...UNBEL.. read more
"it all broke away in the morning's spine"
Love that line...
I don't think they wanted anything but to hear the music and chill...your sharing of that is enough...your sharing of your poetry is enough...
and there is always someone listening.

Posted 11 Months Ago


Perdition

11 Months Ago

Who exactly are "they" J? Am I being " Followed?". "Watched? Are they those Underground Wild Interpr.. read more
Perdition

11 Months Ago

Next time need to get more than less than four days of sleep.. always wondered why the Poet is not o.. read more
Perdition

11 Months Ago

HAHAHA~I was just going out for a midnight walk and found out it was daytime...no sleep. It is stran.. read more
Often, when night returns from wherever it has been hanging out and the heat of the shingles begins to cool, our minds start to wander through the neighborhood, darting from streetlight to streetlight, asking questions of the songwriters about why they wait until so late to begin. Some of us have to get up in the morning. I like this free flowing poem that asks questions while writing about questions. It is a journey that was fun to take. Thanks for sharing

Posted 11 Months Ago


Perdition

11 Months Ago

That's just it though...none of us really have to get up in the morning. not If we really don't want.. read more
willweb

11 Months Ago

It was my pleasure. I enjoyed it.

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