The lane, illuminated by the only flicking light
That holds at bay the dim in such a way no others might,
By day does watch commuters, in a blur, pass blindly through-
But only those worth noting are the ones that pass by night.
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And In my wake, a stream obscene
Does stain the pavement ‘neath my shoes,
Like Neptune drowning Travertine-
From whence it flows I have no clues.
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As I walked the concrete path
Of Human presence aftermath –
A sound pulled me from reverie
And teased my ears a peak. Continue reading “Guitar Man”
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