bundles of honey (street sounds)

once before youth
calculating the voice
of her truth
riddles around broom sticks
propped up against open
doors where they hid
their tired tricks and
ideas once rested
desire now vested
in bundles of honey
trimmed and traded
to troubled travelers of
tasteless tyranny
they bring mystery in
bags of leather and gold
now here staying for
eternity but never getting
old like rhymes turning
to rust beneath dark
oceans of mistrust
these unseen worlds
of weariness bleeding
in the mouths of empty
strangers I'm feeding
empty promises of love to
still their words stack
up against nothing and
their hearts stay blue
almost back to fighting
the gray of rainclouds
the buzz of lightning
like endless drinks
driving behind drunken cars
after looking for luv in
smoky bars
liver wrecked and bruised
and welcoming the morning
in stained beds feeling used
with no one to talk to
that was then
like this is now
that was her
like this is me now
alone in a foreign home
digging for redemption like
a dog digs for a lost bone
and never finding it
still it keeps us going
in a world of uncertainty
never knowing nothing
besides the rhythm of
the street shaking its
soul on the sly
out in the open
like a lover fading out
in a dream
waving goodbye

Reviews

[Brittany]

I had to take my time with this one, read it over again. You've captured street life wonderfully. However, I did stall on this bit -
"their hearts stay blue
almost back to fighting
the gray of rainclouds"

did you mean to say 'almost black' ? It works either way, but they each derive different visuals. All in all this has a real fluidity to it. It's sincere and nostalgic, but with that seedy undertone that is stereotypical to the streets. Well done.

[darkgurl]

i can sense some emotion in this. This is a very well written write.