Tomorrow Should Be Fine

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