Under a bridge at midnight

Under a bridge at midnight
next to a park
where the dirty Apies river flow
cannabis cigarettes glowed
in broken bottlenecks.

Next to the dark brown water
sheltered by the bridge
drugged out children
followed the dragon
unto its flaming breath.

Music from a guitar
rose into the clouded night
and the most beautiful songs
of pleasure and pain
mingled with the pouring rain.

poem by Gert StrydomReport problemRelated quotes
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