The Street SweepersA Poem by PeteCity life is millions of people being lonesome together. - Thoreauclothed in nothing but worn faith and subsidized, high-top sneakers striding down the street in a sobering forced march of madness scanning doorways and alleys for the last relics of sanity any remnant of reason in a place caught up in a pandemic of peculiarity and piss a city of opioid orbits, political pleurisy and pellagra stepping over the golden calves of losing lottery tickets, used condoms, needles, half-empty beer cans and nip bottles lonely amazon packages sit in lonely entranceways i pass by politicians, preachers, soup kitchen philosophers, alcoholics, addicts, liars, thieves, drug dealers, pimps and w****s some of them in pricey sneakers and driving expensive used cars most of them poor as dirt and not knowing where their next meal is coming from others honest, old and wrinkled bent over walkers with wheels like rolling thunder hiding behind cell phones, feigning to be in touch i look at their faces and deeply into their eyes i see myself i'm all of these people my sins my peek-a-boo hope my desperation and doubts my lonely, isolated shouts all of their dusty, jaundiced stories sitting at home on my own yellowed bookshelf next to the thousand-inch, flat-screen tv the devil takes many forms anyone he chooses to be including me i see crooked, overworked bookkeepers passed out sleepers and grim reapers through glassy, bloodshot peepers dirty old men with throbbing, viagratic members in the burnt bucket of hell's smoldering embers where went the passionate weepers angels with wings, brooms and gatekeepers pagers and beepers skyscraping, gravity-defying ledge leapers what happened to the street sweepers © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on October 14, 2021Last Updated on October 15, 2021 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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