On The Street At Night Poem by Kinsley Lee

Kinsley Lee

February night, Nine o'clock. The lights
Lose their brightness on the street. The winds
Brushed against the cheeks. The bytes
Of a smart phone bigger and bigger and it reminds
And controls me. I feel my brain is empty
Because of the alcohol like the late street is empty.

Sometime, street became the less bright
Than before, but I couldn't know the reason.
Because of the electric charge or my eyesight,
Was weakened by the ages. The silly season,
Always to me, because of my weakened ears
Or other reason. Because of my mind
Or not, the thoughts occurred on in twined.