Black Skinned Night and Stone Roses on Steel Columns
December 27th 2010 01:42
Night as dark as flint
Struck against the dark horizon
Raising a spark to begin the day.
False dawn glowers on the horizon.
Pinprick stars in a velvet night.
The hard lights of a
sports stadium rising from the earth like a concrete mushroom.
Puzzling through a dark day.
Stone roses on steel columns.
Rusty rebar plunged into the earth.
Cloud shrouded blue ceiling overhead.
Huge lotus blossom columns.
Rising up swiftly to beat the dawn.
Winging west as the speed of sound.
A dark silo against a crimson tinged sky.
Orange contrail smeared out over the horizon.
Into the train year
That forest of electrical wires.
A lone aircraft floats above a sleeping city.
A metal scorpion slashing down the road.
Large murals painted on giant window blinds.
Pencil necked geek racing toward dawn.
Rushing into the cool dawn.
Sliding down the track.
“Whistling down the wire.”
Pink, cotton candy clouds
Underlined by an incandescent contrail.
Looking for all the world
Like a sea of flames
Come to devour the city from above.
A distant sky populated by ragged clouds.
Like that steel wool
They use to catch a spark
Struck by flint against steel.
It smolders orangely
Then races away into the dark.
Shredded steel.
Orange spark races away into the dark heart of the shredded steel.
Stone steps held down tightly
By steel rails and iron bolts.
A sea of orange light captured by clouds.
Dawn as an astonishment.
Daybreak as an orange surprise.
No wonder the city dims it’s lights at dawn.
No neon could compete with this.
Victory in the morning under the burning sky.
I remember coins clinking and jingling
into the coin box
On some bus
Long ago.
The sun throws out streaming rays
just before it takes the field.
The passenger train squealing into the dawn.
Jumbo jet framed by skyscrapers and dawn.
At the western edge of everything.
A blast, of cold wet air,
When the train door open.
Rain slides down green glass.
Concrete Shores on an Asphalt Sea
Struck against the dark horizon
Raising a spark to begin the day.
False dawn glowers on the horizon.
Pinprick stars in a velvet night.
The hard lights of a
sports stadium rising from the earth like a concrete mushroom.
Puzzling through a dark day.
Stone roses on steel columns.
Rusty rebar plunged into the earth.
Cloud shrouded blue ceiling overhead.
Huge lotus blossom columns.
Rising up swiftly to beat the dawn.
Winging west as the speed of sound.
A dark silo against a crimson tinged sky.
Into the train year
That forest of electrical wires.
A lone aircraft floats above a sleeping city.
A metal scorpion slashing down the road.
Large murals painted on giant window blinds.
Pencil necked geek racing toward dawn.
Rushing into the cool dawn.
Sliding down the track.
“Whistling down the wire.”
Pink, cotton candy clouds
Underlined by an incandescent contrail.
Looking for all the world
Like a sea of flames
Come to devour the city from above.
A distant sky populated by ragged clouds.
Like that steel wool
They use to catch a spark
Struck by flint against steel.
It smolders orangely
Then races away into the dark.
Shredded steel.
Orange spark races away into the dark heart of the shredded steel.
Stone steps held down tightly
By steel rails and iron bolts.
A sea of orange light captured by clouds.
Dawn as an astonishment.
Daybreak as an orange surprise.
No wonder the city dims it’s lights at dawn.
No neon could compete with this.
Victory in the morning under the burning sky.
I remember coins clinking and jingling
into the coin box
On some bus
Long ago.
The sun throws out streaming rays
just before it takes the field.
The passenger train squealing into the dawn.
Jumbo jet framed by skyscrapers and dawn.
At the western edge of everything.
A blast, of cold wet air,
When the train door open.
Rain slides down green glass.
Concrete Shores on an Asphalt Sea
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