April Showers and Streets That Sing

close the door and drive away

in a haze of annoyance,

let me be sucked in by the

hollow streets and get lost in a city

with one zip code,

a city of no skyscrapers but plain yellow lights,

spread like blinking caviar accross the ground-

the hollow, hollow ground

 sidewalks, streets, and gutters,

that match my heartbeat and the

tempo of my breath-

short

because that's how you left it

when you drove away

and didn't slow down

and made the sky angry enough

to spill her guts on me,

already drenched with questions

that you spat across the seat into my lap,

questions that stain and give this third spring

a sudden

lasting chill,

and the streets a song of their own,

of the dark,

of questions like,

'why?'

that i can't answer

except to say

i love you

i love you

i love you and sink to my knees

and give my palms to the sounds

of the concrete

and for once just not be heard

because your home

by now

and dry.

Reviews

[havok965]

that's a typo. Thanks

[Jupiter Jazz]

Awesome use of metaphors, emotions, and imagery.




FYI: 7th line, 3rd to last word, "accross" is misspelled

[LittleMissSunshine :)]

Metaphoric imagery. Taking great pieces to a whole different level.
I like the idea of simply collapsing on the street, falling to your hands and knees.

The sharp sting of someone you love leaving, and now knowing if they will come back.

[Starry Eyed]

Well this got me interested!

[BowlofSarah]

Great metaphoric imagery! It shows the emotions of the memory so well! I enjoyed reading it alot. :)