Street Cursed

Your stillness captures the silence of raptures, their code of ethics a bond unbroken. Left standing alone still and unchangeable, unwanted, spaded, shamed and masqueraded. Desperate for peace, tearing up the old lease, dealt so long ago. Fueled new thoughts of madness never ending dought, death, love, and sadness. Old friends not wanting amends holding old pains like newborns. Male and female painted and tainted, roaming the streets not wanting to eat. Dark wantings instead gathering with like kind, sins twisted mind, deep rooted for all time. Gray matter drools out conversation drop by drop, thought by thought. Striking kin minds wanting kin understanding. Like J walkers cheating corners, or do corners shun them, not caring or sharing one ounce of it's red light safety. But stays jaundice and anticipating, speechless and soundless, judging, warning for all time.