Dark Day's Poem by Dale Barnes

Dark ness Breathes Deep…

as Daylight Detours

Down Desperate Alleyways

Down Under, Dawn’s Tears

Form Rivers Voiding Pathways

Thoughtless Thoroughfares

Where Only Darkness

Masked By Need

Speaks in Tongues

The Language of Souls…

Long Abandoned.



Taxi’s Headlights Harass

The Starved…Sheep.

The Urban Graveyard.

Civilization of Coal.

With Open Palms…Begging.

In the Bitter Darkness,

My senses seek

The Sweet Séance of Perfumes

Which Elude My Senses

Because of the Fences

Guarded by The Cultured…Parasol.



I Stumble Alone Down

Those Harrowed Mind-fields

Meek in Expression…

In Meat Eating Want


Succinct Screams in

My Glimmering Madness.

“I Miss Your Gentle Violence”


When do the Lights Go

On in This…Prison?

Where…Are the Days?

Where is Light?

And is Now The Night

And it’s Sadness

Our Salvation.


© DRB 2009