Carpe Diem (Lyrics from a too-long season on the street)

Carpe Diem (Lyrics from a too-long season on the street)

These streets are my cathedral. Every pipe’s a sacrament.
One-eyed Jack’s been giving that sermon since the seventh day of Lent.
Ah, but this morning broke so brilliantly in my brothers’ aching heads,
Coming to on jailhouse floors or in these dirty shelter beds.
Let me tell you a story …

Sirens sang, like every other day, the voices said:
“Carpe Diem, boys! Now drag your sorry asses out of bed.
It’s time to choose again, just burn it all in one St. Vitus jig,
Or find a crumb of courage in the bottle, the pipe, or the rig.”
Grieving over lost glory …

  • Δρακακις
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About Drakakis

Street Poet scribbling to your tired, your poor, your huddled masses; the wretched refuse of your teeming shore, the homeless, tempest-tost ...
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