Took a walk the other night and the experience inspired me
to write this poem,
It doesn't take much to inspire me. Or maybe it takes the whole world and a little bit of luck on the side to inspire me.
Who knows, but I sat down and wrote this one on my phone. Thankfully I had it on me. It's my generation's notebook.
Took this walk the other day.
The night sky waving branches like angry fists.
I have the hoodie up, head down, looking for a fight.
Thinking about my friend, a sweetheart.
So girl why'd you play him like that.
Now he's jaded to love like nothing good could come from it.
Security lights come alive at my approach like awakening eyes.
So I quicken my pace. Let me walk through all the alleys and illuminate the town..
Dodging dirty puddles with reflections of urban expansion.
Let the colours of fuel follow me on my journey.
I walk into town.
Passing the long line at the liquor store and ending up in the much-less-crowded art store.
And that's where magic happens.
Watch the writer meet the singer.
Watch the sculptor meet the painter.
Art meets art.
What a thing, contrary to when a boozer meets a boozer.
What comes of that is a chaotic household with a high threshold for violence.
Old friends play on my memory.
Because those lifeless eyes are hard to let go.
So dim. No light.
No more struggle. They gave up the fight.
Bottle tipping. Drug intaking.
Things really distorted lately.
Things not the same after a couple bumps and bruises.
Couple heartbreaks too many.
Leaving us walking around town, hands stuffed in our coats.
Nobody looking into eachothers eyes.
Nobody taking the risk of getting lost in another.
Walks are nothing new to me.
I'm a sag and I have two choices.
Fight or run.
And I don't trust myself with this quivering arrow.
Was never a good shot at meeting people.
So I run down these alleys.
Hoping to meet the right girl.
So art can meet art.
Tongue can meet tongue.
And i'll find salvation from the cold walk of life in your embrace.
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