Schrödinger’s Alley

Schrödingers Alley short poem

Schrödingers Alley short poemPhoto by Stella Blu


One step the wrong way
Is the path to this place within a place.
The shops are different here. Run-down,
Their beaten and smashed faces glaring
With a menacing disdain.
Everywhere, Schrödinger’s knife at your back,
His gun to your head.
He could demand anything, at any time.
He walks in everyone here. Scalps clean shaven,
Tongues black with hate.
What are you doing here?
Nobody belongs in this place.
Apart from those spat out by hell
The lowlives, the drunkards,
The dangerous among us.

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My muse is like an excitable dog. It catches sight of totally random things and starts yapping and running around and wagging its tail and WILL NOT STOP until I write a poem about it.My poetry is sometimes based on personal experience and sometimes on other things. Aside from that, I enjoy video games (My favourite game series is Mass Effect) and the popular television show My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic.
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Swathi Rao
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Thats some vivid poetry! Stay safe..

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Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory)

Hobo In Alley (wistful Memory) short poem

It’s a beautiful town. a hobo in dirty gown He smiled at me he lives near alley he kinda smelly he looked so holy it’s shivering cold snow and rain never heard him complain he played violin gave him watermelon