Lost hunger street
There's a street at the end of the night where everyone goes to eat and mill about; I used to know it well...
The time is empty without that feeling
That takes you to meet
Anyone that’s sweet
On lost Hunger Street
The night is a place of one eye
And nemesis and lostness
And bleeding heart
And crowded dreams
Or anything else you could want
But it all meets on lost Hunger Street
Rain comes down forever as
Paper bandits grease the slip of
Walking at the end of the week
It is come to this then
Wherever you have come from
To lost Hunger Street
Wet skin-heads slay the darkness
With aggro
Rain makes no distinction
And music plays from doorways
As lovers do too, hardly hidden
Not caring
On lost Hunger Street
The wolf prowls the streets
Frightening everyone he meets
With his non-emotional greetings
And hidden vain desires
He ends up too
Hidden beneath his collar
Half drowned
In lost Hunger Street
For the unconquered heroes
Of the night
There at last
Hardly prepared or accepting
The beer laden failure
But glad to rest
In lost Hunger Street
No neon, just buzzing, and everything surreal
In fits and spurts
This street of crowded pub people
Between the last beer and home
Lost in some kind of purgatory
In lost Hunger Street
What’s left of the night ends here
Men pissing, women kissing
Painted women in gangs on corners
A few short moments left
A last place to fight
The desperate night
In lost Hunger Street.
Drug dealers in the dark corner
From four bars to any melting point
Labyrinthine minds taking what’s pure
To the morgue
Girls walk long dark and deep
Drum beat people deep
Door knocks clandestine, taxies purring
Female fantasies, music from every entrance
Empty entrances to adventure
Ends in a car park
Old fashioned lights yellow the heat
Doors open unexpected
Shadows become friends
Others walk past voices high
From dark to light
Cars drift
Nights adrift in lost Hunger Street.
By day
Blank warehouse stare from castle to car park
Front windows a thousand square black and dank
By night
Wandering shadows
Disembodied voices
Displaced visions
Created dreams escaping to the sky, and
Time doesn’t exist
Just shifts of forever scenes happening
Memories not taken
But left
To betray the next sighing shape
To make it on lost Hunger Street
Get caught here and
You may never leave
If you’re young here
You will be old somewhere else
If your heart falls here
A lifetime could be spent pulling it back
For lost Hunger Street
Like an amorphous succubae
Never lets you go
Until it has torn from your soul you.
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Strangely, I like this Hunger Street...
I used to and it looked just like the first photo, but these days it's full of lights and food places and upmarket, safe but boring...Thanks for commenting
Yeah, things, people, places changed...
Wow. I think that may be the longest poem I've read on Steemit so far. I love the play on words, and imagery. Lost Hunger Street. Excellent concept, and very speculative. Awesome job.
It's a real place I used to go to back in the 90s. All of what I write is from my experiences on this Earth. Thanks for commenting...
Awesome sauce.
Cool images and tone. Lots of thought-provoking ideas.
must be the blarney stone
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