Violet Haze
Tag: citylife
Time did speak
Why cry? When you can laugh.
Jollied Time itself.
Seconds still sway on.
Present moments-
speak the only truth.
For the past is a fickle duel-
between a rose tinted haze.
The future is dream.
An ever present memory.
#7 stream of conciousness
Uber travels, bumpy road. Air tinged with smoke. Nauseating aroma. Cars. Cars. Cars, homeward bound. Motion sickness creeps on in. Phone, typing, pot holes jagger on. Radio sound, white noise voices. Mainstream Radio overrated. Talk. Talk. Talk, nothing smart is said. Traffic light. Red arrow. Can not turn. Coffee sign, craving caffeine. Benches empty. Roads are full. Typing, typing. I have typed.
park bench
He lays upon the same park bench-
everyday.
Day in/Day out.
His only sense of home-
belonging-
upon that one park bench.
He lays on his side-
always gazing upon the water fountain.
Such a calming scene for him-
A gentle lullaby he hears.
Upon such struggling times.
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