The Alley Men

I have an evening secret... 

Under a rhyming street light.

live alley men who come apart

Like broken parts, Like wheels that come unwheeled

Minds astir, crazy, unwell, mad city birds fly ahead

I have an evening secret, I stop at the alley and take a breath..

my mind a bit astir, but no broken parts, and the wheels still wheeled

the devil cries inside, compels me...

I roll bye in defiance of the sorcerer's mind

Not yet ready to walk inside the rhyming alley

To sing Psalms to an atheist's Spirit

Not yet ready to walk within an alley's tears and madness