Gutters and drain pipes

Stars shine
cast by gas light
a breath borne to barren brick streets

I had lit my cigarette and leaned into the lamp, another cloud floated
a lone silhouette
the obscura fixed, hugged by leather

there is no time left
sad but true I am scared
so long now it has been
with my lips pursed to open air
a still tongue kept secret without banal utterance
life by living
yet here I hold up the lamppost

~waiting~

Believing wholly to transparency
I claim dire
my person known
No question fogged by mirror

on this private lane
few come this way, though it stays open
without guard, bars or articals artificial
reasons I hand write my map
never lose them
this street stays quiet and the smoke keeps rising
I am of the ancestry

the tremors wave
my solid street
not an evening passes
wide-awake

Damned by stillness