i walk the dark, hood pulled deep
into my face, red traffic lights
throwing ghostly shades on busy landscapes,
i lost lots on roads like this
it’s early monday morning,
pacing back and forth the rails,
an icy wind cuts in my face and with each blow
the heat, still left from bed, spills
over rubbish bins & tram announcements
until nothing’s left to keep me warm.
i check my mobile and gray clouds rush tattered
‘cross the sky, my mind starts wandering,
thinking of your brother, how he spit you
in the mouth while you were sleeping–
later loved you to salvation and how things
can change for better and for worse
tram by tram fades faceless, leaving
screechy wind marks on my cheeks &
i throw coins on soppy concrete, just
to kill the time and for the metal klick,
“Heads Or tails?” i ask, then close my eyes
and smile— as if it mattered really
*Vogesenstrasse is the name of the tram stop where i wrote this yesterday..
and woohoo..it’s OpenLinkNight again and a wonderful Natasha Head will be tending the bar.. join us over at dVerse Poets pub at 3 pm EST .. let’s celebrate poetry..