Cockroach Gully

Watery moonlight trickles
down heavy summer air
through palm leaves, still
Bohemian, bourgeois, eccentrics
Derelict specimens, commune
The junkies, the jailed and the jaded

Serpentine plumes of smoke,
claw their way through the air
sweet smelling seductress,
gently calling you on,
silvery tendrils embrace your mind,
All is well today,

Hopes are shared, and dreams
recalled, countless stories told,
Each a saga of their own,a love,
a loss, an unsung song,
Goodbye with the promise of return.