night fall
late evening
slices the remaining life
of a dying sun.
they fall,
those dusty sprinkles
as swirling pieces
to dissolve forever
into the greedy steam
of my pathetic coffee.
on the sidewalk,
i sit alone
catching a breath
from the breeze
of busy bodies.
the enveloping air
stained by tired lipstick,
wilting perfume
and fake heels.
neon lights of modernity
drape veils of colour
over my fellow
brown brethren.
some pretty. some vile.
walking rainbows
of violet and red
and everything else
gaudy in between.
but all walking
over a street littered
with broken promises
and brittle morals.
deep,
through the slithering
trails of my smoke,
i watch gnarled snakes
that live and slide
over the moon's
radiant buttocks.
they were poaching,
nay preying
on the drowsy stars
rubbing their eyes
as they blink open.
black skies above,
the velvet beds
for heavenly bodies
and curious souls.
cars and buses
and mororcycles
writhe among the
invisible thoughts
and lurid plots
that salsa to music
mashed from across
the seas.
crows with dislike
for any wine quarrel
across the mangled hands
of creaking trees,
dried and pickled
in the past days
of chrome yellow pollen
blue collar bees.
heartless silence
hugs the ears of dogs
yearning to howl
at the nibbled moonscape,
their fleas baying for blood,
little monsters rumbling
inside their petite stomachs.
then in a flash
of dark lightning,
brilliance and rainbows
get swallowed
into a black hole.
an echo of nothing.
in a moment,
lady dusk is over,
and madam night trips
and falls thick
like a blanket over the street.
just the burning tip
of my companion cigarrete
the only colour.
cheeky , real and gripping great poem......
This has the evocative touch of T S Eliot, and I just love 'the moon's radiant buttocks.'... atmospherically, wistfully delicious.
You have described the rat race to perfection! So many very original expressions.
life is a burning cigarette!