What god has tossed my soul
Upon this stormy path
Of lonely longing unfulfilled?
I live incensed
At my own existence
Every sunset dusk
That she walks away
In another’s arms.
I drive furiously
The boulevards of jealousy
And weep on midnight streets
Of perfumed rejection
Lost in the fragrance
Of her scarf!
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Powerful invocation of heartache Uriah. My favorite metaphor is '...weep on the midnight streets/of perfumed rejection' -words that contain crushing defeat from a person thoroughly absorbed by the world and insensitive to true beauty.