Urban Scents

Last night i walked through a dingy alley

Where pungent odours of human waste forever linger;

And rabid scanty canines are perched behind night time shadows .

Last night i braved the odds, to test at will the strength i possess

Eventually a cold shudder suddenly gripped me with each step i took,

that the stillness in the air hung such as a heavy cloak-

For i came to realise that i was alone yet again.

Heavy breathing overcame me as i tasted the bitter,

Eerie dampened silence of a piercing night’s howl that had no quench

Then i fumbled in the darkness for some light to escape

Whilst i flipped the switch of life up and down

struggling to reach out into the many folds of an austere night clench

but through it all the echoing sounds of a nearby Speakeasy, perforate  this ominous drape;

where do these folk find the muse to fuel a zealous  today-i wondered

when i cannot even  muster enough to journey home?

With every strut i took, a random city Mustang drove by in this backdrop

So i paused for a minute at my surroundings-gazing aimlessly, but

Still digging into empty pockets for a coin to flip and whip to the diminished hobo.

As i stood over this stranger, i envied his role-so blasé with an unkempt beard tangled

In  follicles of ebony locks and a blatant mole on his ashen face.

One that is the epitome of hunger and sorrow;

where tattered clothes stick to his skin like narrowed death.

My coin made a clicker-ticker sound as it fell into his tub of life-

Filled with vast coins from others like myself who feed off that smile of elation.

As i continued my journey along this alley, all seemed not to matter.

The faint bullet shots which pierced the night air seemed fictitious;

Even the wails of the that newborn in agony on the third floor became sweet melodies

But still amidst the silent city chaos reality reminded my punctured heart,

Of a stagnant, pungent and unwavering loneliness ...

That is My tainted return home