I’ve walked that Avenue before

I’ve been there before

That same roadside

I’ve seen the same faces

I’ve felt the same pain

 

The moon is still the same

The sun rises every day

But I feel like walking

Walking next to Michael and Kurt

Walking next to Jean Michel and Sid

Walking next to Freddie and David

 

This Avenue isn’t the same anymore

No more happiness here

No more ghosts to hold onto

No more

 

This Avenue isn’t true anymore

The color doesn’t shine here

The people don’t gather and talk

The friends don’t phone or gasp

 

This Avenue is different

I’ve walked this Avenue before

Along empty beaches

Along empty sidewalks

Along American gasoline stations

Along London’s soho

 

The Avenue is blank

I can’t see it

It’s not even here

The Avenue is dark

No one to help

No one to aid

No one to look up too

No one to feed on

 

I tried to tell you something

But you wouldn’t listen

You wouldn’t even listen

You refused

You blocked me out

Your “All Ears” weren’t there

You were gone

You were far away

You were beyond the Avenue

 

The Avenue is gone

It lasted so long

But now it’s a dead end

A dead walk

A walk of death

 

I’m walking alone

On the Avenue

Maybe you’ll walk next to me

Or maybe I’ll walk alone

 

 

© 2001 David Greg Harth

01.08.02.02:44:33 @ 296 NYC