Captions: The Time To Dream Questions


In clothes made ragged by design

to show the endless flaying of our souls

we walked lonely streets

never failing to draw the attention

of police and older men passing by.

Streets in Big City have their own shamans

who can turn the summer night

to a thing of ecstasy or dread,

Street Picture: power poles rise

like pillars of the temple.

Cryptograms lay hidden

in the signs of liquor stores.

Night fed upon our electricity

and our juices made forms in the air.

Trees reached up like skeletal hands

to grasp the toxic darkness

and held it close to the earth.

Fog hung motionless

like the vague words spoken.

We unwound that night

like threads of an ancient curse,

left the strands there on the sidewalk,

and stepped quietly away.


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