After the sun's final attempt
to peel its rind and duck
below the skirt of the horizon,
the concrete shallowly
reflected the cursed orange
rays. I found myself underneath
the crumlbing viaduct.No
light singed my toes
against the city's concrete underbelly.
Hands on feet in cars
with broken fingers and
trucks arched through the night;
Howling bestial screams
of light and smoke from apparitions
with steamy breath, and eyes
like dirty yellow clouds
of tarnished crystals.
In the belly of the mechanical
beasts, I failed in my bounds;
A plastic sack floated
Please Come Again through
the night air with his eyes
set on mine, and howled with laughter as I struggled
and bounced through
his night, trapped like a child.
The city's a maze, golden
with industrial sludge
nestled from the back; the
Roads close their eyes
for the night. The sun is
buried far below the cityscape,
rooted down in a peaceful
slumber, until dreams of
Demons pulled me under
the road's glossy face.
~ Cameron Maxwell
Illuminations Volume 15 - 2014
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