Nighthawks 
 

eyes pierce like rain needles

sky glooms with violet rays

forays of broken dreams

   waiting

 denying

small explicit explanations to exile

the wanted 

why, stranger,

do you let the stream of me drown in the collar of your

-beaten- heart

why, stranger,

do you let the imperfection lead you on

when the momentary offers a breath

       from the (choking) 

live in the imminent past

             imminent future 

I see you hiding behind painted walls

framing the picture of us

finger tips barely touch

watching for signs of another -old invasion

sleep with the familiarity

relive glimpses of shattered memories

fall into your own darkness 

Pitiful to the believers

Your life bounded by a string that you can only see 

Oh passerby,

be not afraid of what is unknown

repeat the night

regret the day it ends

but when you deny the voices of me

keep walking the world in her shadow

while I walk in the shining path you pass by 

you

-- decrepit fool