The droplets hang heavy
Sweat from the pipes
and run down the walls
The morning epileptic
The flashes dance
upon shallow asphalt pools
Trigger warnings echo
The car park trembles
Gives momentary consideration
of a pancake collapse
While commuters flee
mindless of their peril
Deaf, dumb and blind faces blur
devoid of emotion
Indifference their shelter
Like umbrellas in a maelstrom
Images of your impish face
Portraits move in black and white
Sleeves in 23
As you fade to Colour
we find your freckles
Splashes of crimson
though your world remains grey
Will it still end in tears?
When duochrome mirrors
gaze at us in horror
Black, empty sockets
Mural of pain
beckoning need
Like Guernica now
We stared west across the plain
Watched the earth drop away
White line
Vanishing point
Our ears to the rail
for surely our train was coming
The earth will tremble beneath us
long before that black blot appears
Growing from purple horizon beyond
Phantom hands seek
Reaching for us
Drowning floods
Consuming fires
Erasure
We become fossils in the concrete
Of some future race
Hush
They came singing new anthems
Marching beneath banners
of the anti-hero
Cashing out of mainstream dream
amid affections grown cold
Themes that have grown old
No mile markers
No exit signs
Only highways empty
We watch the young lads
marching off to their fortunes
Fortunes of gold
Fortunes of war
Ill fated obsessions
and the shot never heard
At the watering hole they gather
Friend and foe alike
They share poisons
Gossip and competition
Peeling labels hold their attention
as they await proclamations
These are the new commandments
Be silent
Consume
Die
Gone are those diners
where young lovers and lonely old men
might while their idle hours
The couples gather coins to tip the waitress
and the widower stares into his coffee
Spiderweb on my driver window today
left to remind me
we are left standing still
We are no refugees
the world has just left us
Where we will diminish
in analog twilight
Anticlimactic summer
burst with shower
in June’s opening act
Fertile world beyond the doors
We communed with raindrops
Rhythm upon the roof top
like a steel drum
Mildewed and faded
green tarps are loosed
Reveals dusty, battered grand
Bare feet in the dirt floor
gently touched those keys
Sending stark minor chords
to echo in acoustic void
While you danced naked
in the rain
Those notes forever
captured in the timbers above
for generations of pigeons to know
A Darby afternoon
Singular in circumstance
A tale that
when I’ve gone
Only pigeons can tell
the shades fell, bringing darkness
in the night I was blind
the muting fog enshrouded
in silence I was deafened
no perfumes
no sweet, no savory
cave dweller crawling
only touch to inform
know only the earth
become one with the earth
feel her tremble at the foundations
we will only feel the crush
when these towers fall
