Streets are uneven when you’re
down
head slammed against the
cold
old soul laying therein
lies
altered faces in puddles ugly
alone
what’s in a
name
when thinking stops and lore
begins
what truth is there to
find
perspective is a funny
thing
streets are uneven when you’re
down
Posted in response to a prompt at One Stop Poetry where they are featuring the lyrics and songs of Jim Morrison. Visit One Stop Poetry to see the wonderful words of poets.
Uneven streets. I think everything feels unbalanced when you're down. I enjoyed this and thought about it for a few minutes after I read it.
ReplyDeleteI like that ending.
ReplyDeleteha. wicked good...love the flow of yours...streets are uneven and you took that and ran...
ReplyDeleteWell done in words, images and shapes.
ReplyDeleteThe architecture lends to the prompt and your words, really lent to the read. Nice write! ~ Rose
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