Unsolicited

I hear sirens in the 2 a.m sky, red lights revolve into reflections. I blink ....my eyes vermillion in the shadows of sleep. I walk the streets under flickering neon lights.  Fog settles on hunched figures ...slumber bent. A quick wind rustles dust, leaves in umber.

Hoodwinked owls cry
Stalking trees
Where bats fly

Smog stalks the streets...weed ridden breaths wheeze in a sleep concocted by social discrepancies. Dreams fancy themselves behind eyelids too dreary. ..sleep's stillness brought by little things that slide down throats.

Moon shines dowbn:
Stores with drawn blinds
Blank stares 
Empty faces

I am bemused by the muteness of sleeping figures. Rats crawl out of nowhere and slip into hidden crevices...scurrying across yellow lit pavements. .cold bitter...impersonal 


Social imbalance 
A requisite for life?
Poverty unsolicited 
Sorrow irrevocable 

32 thoughts on “Unsolicited

    1. I wrote this exactly the way I saw it .. still gives me the jitters .. in some part of the world in one of my travels I seemed to have lost my way and stumbled upon an alley ..

      Like

Leave a reply to Brad Osborne Cancel reply