The light isn't right on jagged streets.
Dusty puddles, the color of redstone.
Lake shows no sky. This town is one shade.
Skeletons from more promising times
Lined up in two rows. They pull the mind
towards possibility but lose their way.
In the Age of Light
This place is overlooked.
With no will to be discovered.
Folk find joy with anger
-but to embrace darkness is the quickest
way to be forgotten.
Is there more comfort to be found
in a box or casket?
Blocking thought with pillows as padding.
Ceases breathing seeing thinking
Tunnel vision till the end.
Too few stops without ever moving
Hospital Restaurant Cemetary
Sky Romance
She sways and waves
She reaches and craves,
Her suiter beams
like something of dreams,
She dances in light
with birds in flight,
Above the mist
she longs for a kiss,
Her wild green eyes,
they look to the skies!
In vain she yearns
Too late she learns
The sun also burns
Her color turns
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The platform drops,
-there's another beneath
I climb to my feet
to be dropped again,
To see a familiar face, a friend
I long for a rope, a knot, an end
Night Train
Across the silver moonbathed meadow
The train whistle bounces towards us
Damp grasses transform the noise into mist
The mist passes through us, leaving a cold echo