Black Cities Got Yellow Lights......... Poem by George Tzouvaras

Black cities got yellow lights
fainted faces in some red doors
trying to balance in thin limes of the meanings…..
of the meanings of words which useless
hang around in the sickness of our ages
in the sickness of their voices.

Black nights got blood hands
thirsty feelings in shining eyes
dirty breaths in dusty dreams
and these moments of stillness
in the shadow of your cosmopolitan deception
in the meadows of your stolen senses

Black hearts got smooth touch
broken clocks in white clouds
sharp shapes of grey lives
wild seas in rough whiskey
seeking shroud hiding your grief
footprints in an endless need.

Black cities got yellow lights
I left a bitter smile in the air
Knowing that no one really cares…….