I tremble <br />In the midnight rain, <br />Shiver on solitary streets, <br />Dream of poetic ladies, <br />Welcoming nudity, <br />Perfumed beds, <br />Kisses sweet as plums, <br />But only see stray dogs <br />And abandoned newspapers <br />Too depressing <br />For even hustlers <br />And cutthroats to read. <br />I wish the civic authorities <br />Would hang flowers <br />From light posts, <br />I’d pray and go home.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hang-flowers-from-light-posts/
