Grey dampness tasting-
like deep blue cane sugar on my tongue
grey white capitol building mimicking the real one
crossing bridge over twilight water.
Past antiques
lamps lit in windows
bread rising down red brown lanes,
New Moon cafe closed for eternity,
pass clothing food family
to concrete and noise,
shouts, sometimes a howl
bloom with dusk sky,
sun
having retreated long before
centuries before perhaps
leaving the land to be governed by mystical overcast-
ashen haze and smoke
all tranquility and cloud.
Streets of books coffee
tattoos and tattered shoes
sun setting by now
cigarrettes and marijuana interrupt air
as it proceeds
past scents of thai food and vagrant youth
take my hand through cluttered crowd
tight sidewalk
conversation ensued
by sewer
music rupts from some source-
a car,
a guitar,
did i forget
pure mountain snow-capped in stillness
pronouced and visible
at will-
dan Dan the crystal man
sitting behind his blanketed array
of gemstones
hemp
and wire
a silhouette of army green.
Walk until your feet feel railroad tracks beneath them
Burnt wood and aged whiskey saloon
big and bright and broken,
dreams forgotten,
fantasies savoured,
gone,
past lighted windows
street all concrete and quietude by now
beyond bright light
beyond living
beyond night itself
to cold coal-black stairwell
playing tricks on shadows and walls
and laughing
at the now blackened and (nearly) starless sky.
