Lamented Streets

Lamented Streets David J Walker I bring the village and The villagers follow Each a part of the past of a distorted dream the energies of the city magnetize everything in its path what I miss is the quiet of a former reality the colors clearly defined the air unsoured and aroused the waters translucent and pure a wind with real meaning a moon clearly seen from a Mesa the sweet smell of a mesquite fire by the lake I bring the villagers who are inarticulate In the urban foreign vernaculars of The vulgar streets of daily disasters Where every song sung is a lament For sad listeners longing for an Escape to simple settings