Uriah Hamilton - Hang Flowers from Light Posts

I tremble
In the midnight rain,
Shiver on solitary streets,
Dream of poetic ladies,
Welcoming nudity,
Perfumed beds,
Kisses sweet as plums,
But only see stray dogs
And abandoned newspapers
Too depressing
For even hustlers
And cutthroats to read.
I wish the civic authorities
Would hang flowers
From light posts,
I’d pray and go home.

Uriah Hamilton

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