General Streets

An older poem I've written

I strode down general streets

with quiet modest pecking birds

and small insignificant insects

the moon's violent shadow

beaming radiant blue insecurities,

fashioned yellow tongues

polished sleek roadways

each step closer

the giant signs

painted in the sky

let us all find

our own sweet enterprise

those faded ancient wars

reflecting off burnt neon buildings

and bullet proof glass banks

the egg caressed 

gaping, blinding stars

have I been here before?

is this street anything new?

just another dark alley

leading me to infancy

solemn, tempting infancy

The End

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