Beaujolais in paper cups
Beside an alley dumpster
Beneath a praying streetlight—
Holding hands in a grimy city,
Midnight still feels romantic
In the flowerless void;
I always expected
I’d stand in shit
But still write about love
Simple and brilliant. Simply brilliant. Your shorter hit-the-spot pieces are excellent. More!
This is one of your best, Uriah. Not full of self pity, only cooly stating your own truth. Fine work. Raynette
ansd the heart creates and always must create a universe where the truth of love triumps past all tatters and crumbs and bits of sad left overs a fine poem
Yes! More of the same from you and, as expected, great. Love, Joy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
drink, eat, breathe, stand in it... Uriah, somehow love remains the topic. brilliant write. -Eila