steel beams sigh at
sun lost, a slow
abandonment to sole,
single strolling night-watch
men, remaining world alight or
soundly snug; a couple screams from
abstract, accusations lost from
windows that once cried joy,
splendor, now a dismal hum against
the dreams that drown them out.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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2 comments:
I love the first four lines or so, really quite beautiful!
I am a young night watchmen netting a span of glooms across the sleep city.
I like your poems
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