Water Street Blues Poem by Jack Dylan

I once was lost
Until I drown
On Water St.
Helpless was found

Russian roulette
With five wins in a row
Angels exits
Or death I would know

I’ve swam here often
Deep holes I know well
Sin in the alleys
Stories I can’t tell

With fire I’d mixed
A brew of resent
Unable to forgive
Life lacking repent

Native fish
Feeding on silt
Swimming up currents
Un-nourished by guilt

Over my body
Lifeless and dry
Brought back from the light
Eyes too tired to cry.

I’ve come to my senses
Forging myself
Water St. attracted a Pisces
Who’s now found souls’ wealth.


Jack Dylan 7/17/06