Radio
I drive aroun'
in a bad part of town
I look for the broken:
men living low
women falling behind
hearts beating alone under a baleful moon
drowned in alcohol spirits they cling somehow,
to life with wooden desires
My window down
I save them with an old car radio
cul de sac
1 month ago
4 comments:
This one is nice. I like the phrase "hearts beating alone under a baleful moon". Makes you really think of how much they need, how much they don't have. How privledged we are.
Nice one SC.
Someone one sung 'God gave Rock n' Roll to us.'
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