Here

Here

A Poem by Jacob L. Moeller

A tired neon sign flickers

OPEN�" the cigarette butts still

smoking act as signal fires

for the lonely who need hiding

and the restless lying in wait

for another break of daylight

 

which might seep through the

window shades and crawl

past the doorway but

it’s always midnight here

            I assure you.

© 2011 Jacob L. Moeller


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Added on September 28, 2011
Last Updated on September 28, 2011