The Streets Are Alive

Peace be to you and peace be to U2

I’ve been in a place called vertigo

Since I was seven at Dairy Queen

Conquering death-defying cones of ice cream

Swirls of memories and childhood scenes
Blend in the lines of A-sides and Z’s
The dream machine screams it’s all peaches and cream



Music is where I get my sense of rhyme,

And books are where I gained my love of lines

Living for a living since ten, ten sixteen

Listing achieved schemes and budding day dreams
Like pros and partners in con

Counting heartbeats spent out of regularity

Moments thieved by feelings of glee
Got a warrant out for cardiac arrest

No lifetime guarantee

So shed conformity and live in naked truth
Shirttails tell little about the man beneath


Words can’t be forced into light before ripe
Quiet they lay dormant in a holding ground

Until they emerge with a forceful surge
As if a lion’s been awoken

Come step inside my mind
And lose consciences with the obvious
Scribblings, scrawlings,
Depictions, descriptions,
Envisions, encryptions,

Limited edition.


R.C. Serra

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