Long Warm Day

Listen, sharp and thoughtful sounds from the desolate night

Withdrawn, revealing endless and blinding blue afternoons

With a low sky, a bleak wind, and fast moving clouds

 

Forgotten how many days I’ve lost

Standing in the tall stirring grass

Growing from a crack in the road

In an idle city of static

 

Watching for stray thoughts, a specter, or a vision

Living a fleeting life in winged time and suspended infinity

With smothered animation, a crooked line from a severed cord dies in the street

 

A constant half-lit cloudy drift

Floating in a perpetual nightmare

An incessant and illusionary idea of motion

Hanging from an undying delusion

 

In an absent duration

A savage deviation of fluctuation

Ravages this ethereal home

Rendering extinct, that one long vacant day

Making blank, this life in some dreamlike age

Reviews

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. superbly written and expressed ...
. the "perpetual nightmare" stanza is particularly powerful ...