Uriah Hamilton


The Sweetest Prostitutes - Poem by Uriah Hamilton

2AM boulevards
Bathe me in lonely headlights.
My soul is broken
Like the crumbling pavement
Beneath my feet.

Tonight, the homeless
Are hidden out of sight
And the sweetest prostitutes
Have found their johns.

There is nothing left but me
Wandering the same streets
That grew weary of me
Long ago.

Perhaps, I will fall asleep
In a hopeful cemetery
And dream about a time
When I was still alive.


Comments about The Sweetest Prostitutes by Uriah Hamilton

  • (5/1/2006 5:11:00 PM)


    An poignant, haunting, James Ellroy - esque delight. Ooh, get me sounding like a proper critic!
    Hugs
    Anna xxx
    PS Have a 10
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  • (4/1/2006 6:26:00 PM)


    I have read several of your poems now, Uriah... You are a gem of a poet and I am going to add you to my friends list.

    dan
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  • (3/31/2006 7:59:00 PM)


    Uriah,

    Pain is often a source of art and at its best art can take pain and transcend into beauty. You manage that here. Good work.

    Best,

    Hugh
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  • (3/31/2006 6:15:00 PM)


    Uriah, this makes me so sad...You might want to read my latest poem posted today, 'Love Consummated.' Perhaps it will cheer you up...or something.

    Skye
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  • (3/31/2006 4:33:00 PM)


    See, there you go again. A grat beacon of light from darkness and you harnassed its very essence. Fine, fine work. (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2006 3:09:00 PM)


    hey, Uriah, what are you doing over there? holding seance with the ghost of Jack Kerouac? BEATIFIC!

    Jake
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  • (3/31/2006 2:28:00 PM)


    A very meloncholy write Uriah! You must get out earlier to pick the ripest peaches. 10 from smiling sweetly! Tai (Report) Reply

  • Ernestine Northover (3/31/2006 2:28:00 PM)


    Oh, Uriah, this is a beautiful write, very mournful, but a sweet poem. and I love the last verse. Clever you. I will applaud. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • (3/31/2006 2:02:00 PM)


    A fine street poem. It has the mood of a Bob Dylan folk song.

    Kindest regards,

    Sandra
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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 31, 2006



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