Midnight Reflections of the Rainwalker Mark
Neon
Barrett
light glare, declaring
vacancies, cheap cigarettes
and live nudes. Dismal reflections in shallow pools of stagnating water
shine amidst the oil-slick rainbows.
Memories
fall like
raindrops and
are held for an instant but all
too soon they
slip
away
along the crease lines of
weathered and calloused hands, disappearing into the fabric of time.
They
are yet retained as vague intangibles
that return in a chemically induced haze
and
proceed to make their way through the mist, diluted
and weak but still present and around like dew
falling all
on the early morning By 10 a.m.,
grass.
they too,
succumb to the heat. The suns glare will push them back to an inner, empty place will
where they until I
will
will
accumulate
my clouded mind
is
so
full,
be forced to release them,
unleash them, re-bleach them and push them deeper still.
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