A Song for the Wicked

A Song for the Wicked

A Poem by Sara

down and doomed

A Song for the Wicked

The pedophile and the little lost child
go down to Cherrycreek Lane.

The boys shoot pool and play cool
and do it all over again.

Forget about me, baby,
I'm a nowhere man
I smear shoe polish on the sky
sport matching black eyes
and hope for better days to come.

The bums downtown
take the buses 'round and 'round
searching for their souls.

"Gimme a dollar and I'll be better tomorrow,"
their faces full of wrinkles and folds.

I lost my wedding ring
and the angels above sing
for the saints, not the sinners,
their halos golden,
my feet bare, blood pulsing for her.

© 2011 Sara

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Ooh, I love it. So bluesy...
Don't get many writing of this type on here and it's such a treat.
Thanks for sharing. ^-^

Posted 8 Years Ago

Gritty, honest, and wise. Real poetry, and straight into my library with you.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Dirty and raw. Love this piece.

"I smear show polish on the sky
sport matching black eyes"... freaking genius.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on April 10, 2011
Last Updated on April 10, 2011
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