Street Signs

Posted: February 21, 2014 in Poetry

Spreads across the streets
Skin disease of the concrete

It pollutes the air we breathe
These dark confessions we speak

It/s the messiah of poverty
Bleeding hearts that don’t bleed

Gives a new day to believe
Helps liars steal honestly

It/s an addict’s only recovery
An alcoholic’s moment of clarity

Animates the poor poetry
Sets the fire under tragedy

What the slums think when they dream
The heartbreak rhymes of hard times

Helps the blind see street signs
& we all know what they mean

Reveal ignorance realize
The lost words of a tiny city

It is a divine comedy…


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