IN DARK ROOMS

Late night meanderings...

Listening to the dirty din of Sin

City streets

inside the concrete weight of dark rooms

the window ajar

to let the outside air in

while chain smoking to the Metro sirens'

soundtrack

of harpies' in heels

clucking and squealing

(laughter as sharp as their stilettos)

this & midnight overshadowing

black rubber tires burning on black boulevards

vehicular collisions' stalagmite metallic

crunch

against the hum of sleeping traffic

signals

hollow city like a wide amphitheater

with the occasional Harley motorcycle's loud

thunder

waking car alarms

a choir of infants' high pitch wailing...

The desert night's sirocco hisses

outside my 2nd floor apt. window

in a dark room

where my silence is a deep listener

and my mind a curious wanderer

where the walls

not only keep out

but carry every conversation,

in such a cryptic void

a spark is gleaned

a firefly wisp of an epiphany

we are not separate

you and I

city and fly

burrow and groundhog

dam and beaver

we are unread books in dark rooms

waiting for the absolute truth

we find in one another

to be known

to be seen

as we recite the past horrors

of loud pains

from a city that strips us numb

our pages open like my window

ajar

no matter how ugly the chapters

we will have known

joy being

held within your hands

the story with you

is mine / Love

we are heaven

north & southern

swamp willow breathe

sultry kiss

arrives

Dawn

as it drains the sinew 

screams and shadows

historic shattering

our day yet written new

for our flight is departing now

once a firefly in a dark room

now a story

a night sky full of stories

each light

our eyes touch

fireflies

in dark rooms...

Reviews

[Mari K]

This is awesome. It's that real life, gritty, overlooked, knowledge that those still asleep have failed to realize. All things are part of a collective, like a picture made of pictures. Very good.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you kindly for reading and review, much appreciated, each one counts...