Newark Road and Cold Night ? Poetry from Newark, NJ

go fast
street beats
passing cars,
inhale
high
skyward
Bus stops and walking
collect their fees
Taxi surfing around
lane busy street
walk as fast
intentionally
how can you try to be,
without the distraction of the screams
Mature
relentless in their role
the potholes and pavement
hot black tar road,
heated by the sun
a warm June day;
through the streets
Drug drivingwith rust
Cleaning cobwebs
within the mind

silent concentration
knotted like a fist,
ask
everything that we lost
Returning home late
without reason or rhyme,
sing a song
Beat
Walk through the park
instead of the street,
Trees breathe gently
in the hot summer sun.

Cold Night

Bottle vodka
Side of the road
is empty,
with tired feet;
their lips drawnon
Your bottle of sweet
They have
meet rising;
comforting song
Blood sinners
the gates of hell
tormented love;
Life
As the road as straight pole
to hold tough in the small intestine of death;
Thermal comfort
inside your mind
Are fully
still time;
the second hand tick slowly and tables of contents,
The vacuum
internal
Love of the bottle;

empty heart
and days without brain
inadequateFog, half-mad
and dizziness;
that fall into the trap
The bottle is empty
Keeping dangerous
poisoned liquid silver dew,
between life and death
and the cold winter
between the lions' breath
and a snake bite
between bites of poisonous
irrational fear;
Winter freezing wind
cold and windy day has passed
the end
Night Moves
Glass pain;
like flying pigeon
for the sudden fear
as a cold JanuaryDays
shall
one night even colder.
Market Street, Newark, NJ

Source: http://entertainment-poetry.chailit.com/newark-road-and-cold-night-poetry-from-newark-nj.html

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