in some way

out of annihilation
the fingers toward the hand
ears listening
voice vibrant solitary
in mere desperation
beyond the vision
at the end of the alley
proprietary bestiality
where did their humanity go?
no electricity
the jump the synapses calibrated
no window open
for lost country air
no sonata up the back breeze
eye's shut eyes open
to plead nickels and dimes
and got to find a better way home
through the open sexuality of the city
leaving the young girl behind
leaving her
separated, somehow
ignored

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/25/2013 11:29PM by petersz.

This is kind of sad, Pete. Good read though.


Les

I agree...it is sad.

Made me sad too. Well written...