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
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