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