bohemian city

bohemian city


staggering forth from the bar
in the fake dull moonlight of the city
the cars going by
clouds of exhaust billowing
a man and a woman stand
noticing the filth
the city, dirty and orange
floating in a sea of fog

in my room now
unmolested in the quiet
the city rests uneasy
below my window
the rats large and fearless
dine on the refuse
of yesterdays lunch
still yet full of motion

a woman enters
a waitress by day
an addict by night
something about her
catches the eye
washes over you
like waves on the ocean
under a full tide

in my bed i sit
lights out encased in
the glow of neon drifting
tasting the warmth of
the grape,
the wine becomes
the blood of the city
cheap yet still necessary

the city grows
from under the facade
undisturbed by time
no visage of
past
no visage of
future
immortal in the present

 

I don't really even know what to say about this except that I love it.

 

i love bohemia. what city is that?

 

and yet who knows what horrors lurk beneath, in the sewers, amidst the refuge and deluge defecated out of sight and mind?


*shudders*

much love

 

i love your phrasing, it puts somewhat of a rhythm without binding it. free yet distinct

 

Thanks for the kind words. This poem is something I have been messing around with. I was trying to capture a sort of Beat feel... similar to Charles Bukowski prose.

 

Yeah it kind of reminded me of Allen Ginsburg, who is also a Beat poet.

 

nice, man i love the bohemian ways and lifestyle and this one just signals it all. as it is , and though as it should be

keep rockin

 

Good stuff man, i think you did capture that "beat" essense, that was the sort of feeling I got. Like reading a jack kerouac book or something, haha.

Anyways, cool images

 

"something about her
catches the eye
washes over you
like waves on the ocean
under a full tide"

You've trapped me in this spell of prose.. Rhythmic beats and scenes to catch the breath in my body. Terrifying, real, what lies beyond this veil...

 

Amazing,I adore all the imagery you give us.

 

good poem. unfortunately, i think a large number of people replying have absolutely no idea what you're trying to say, and just like the word bohemia.

 

... Weird double post. Really weird.

 

Ha! Funny!

I thought your first stanza was the best, it contained the strongest imagery. I have an overwhelming urge to punctuate for clarity and clean up some of the fluff, but that's just me. You have a good start here.