Bowery Poems - Poems about Bowery

...Joe Schmidt grew up the Eastern Bowery His upbringing was less than flowery He robbed a few banks And a few more pranks After which his whole life turned out sourly.......Read the rest...

... You don’t wanna meet Joey Fatone He’s a Jersey Devil with a Tasmanian attitude Street whispers say, “Baby” is a notch below asylum certifiable A wise guy, gator gait bad to ......Read the rest...

...Sing Kumbaya around the fire; don’t look around As beneath the baptismal waters the black sheep drown Cold currents under the surface pull their breath down Lullabies of praise snuff their cries a......Read the rest...

...1 Though still within our infancy, we strive to thrive, but woefully we flash and flaunt our 'primacy', display our trophies pridefully. Our terra firma ecstasy destroys survival's harmony......Read the rest...

...Ink Stains I have two tabs open, forgot to eat, the studio has no lighting and it smells like cigarettes, but I don’t smoke There's napkin......Read the rest...

...If our springs are uncertain we enjoy fine sunny days A feeling for spring, even when bad, is always good Such is the opening of April, not winter nor summer It is spring fickle and chilly a sprin......Read the rest...

...A beggar clump adorns a dump, his pencil box in hand - With sightless eyes upon the skies he’s lying there unmanned. He’s fallen down in Shantytown, his knees too weak to stand, With no relief a......Read the rest...

...at the mission in the Bowery when the addict comes in at night they are ushered through electronic doors that slam shut like a prison echoing down the hall & with few people on staff they make their......Read the rest...

...I see by the news that they may level a bit of Americana. Alas, 'tis that old icon, the railroad depot in Richmond, Indiana. I have many fond and not so fond memories of that old place. Unless som......Read the rest...

...‘ Legendary …’ ( Part 4 (of) 4 ) Now, that the Maiden was Unaided, Quickly, ‘He’ Located, Her Craftily Beth, was in A Flurry, Too Much in a Hurry to Hear Turning of A Key Alas’ … The Hap......Read the rest...

...No more water hosing or truncheons beaten on bare feet, no nightsticks cracking skulls on Bowery streets. No cold water straitjackets or rubber padded rooms, no laudanum doses sweeping minds lik......Read the rest...

...315 Bowery Cavern dark Steep stairways Rebel yell Graffiti walls, Landmark underground Outcast mall. Cradle of Punk Sweet rock n roll Loud lullabies, Awakening calls. Talking Heads Blond......Read the rest...