Comments about Alan Strand
The Steel Vampire
Death stalks the skid road walks:
Come see the lonely shadows shuffle,
Enslaved by the thorny prospect
Of powdered lies viewed in vacant eyes:
The silent cry of the steel vampire!
But why bleed dry these souls so sick
Who desperately rush from fix to fix
Which they dare share
With their new friends,
'Through a Blue Lens'.
(Written for Odd Squad,1999/06/11.)
Night Bike Ride
Tropic screen doors open
From my jungle bungalow
Flowers in the evening breeze
Fragrancing the flow.
Rhythmic cheerful chirpings
Some night-crawlers in the park,
A distant yappy guard dog
Challenging the dark.