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Midnight Run On A Black Line
...The taller the mountain
the higher the smoke climbs...
A light flickers
from a bus station bar,
drunks pace
from one corner to the other-
curse the bus-Delayed.
Cheap smiles, early morning smokes
tired men and young girls stuff tapas
down their throats
Kings and Queens
of a forgotten lot. Anxious
for the signal
to release the hatch
to take them to their
end destinations.
Near Oviedo
a bus is burning
soon enough it will
turn to placid ash
without much of a reaction.
the higher the smoke climbs...
A light flickers
from a bus station bar,
drunks pace
from one corner to the other-
curse the bus-Delayed.
Cheap smiles, early morning smokes
tired men and young girls stuff tapas
down their throats
Kings and Queens
of a forgotten lot. Anxious
for the signal
to release the hatch
to take them to their
end destinations.
Near Oviedo
a bus is burning
soon enough it will
turn to placid ash
without much of a reaction.
Published 9th Jan 2015
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10th Jan 2015 6:25am
personal agendas. someone else's tragedy. the measure of priorities.
poetry to ponder...
poetry to ponder...
10th Jan 2015 3:28pm
the whole read prompts me to revisit your first two opener verses... it seems to get more vigour of what u intend to say..the mechanical monotony being routed back to its reasons, the mountainous inner block that makes one light-blind. mountain n smoke works really well in double intensity.
