Another poem. No Title.
I love the things abandoned around the city
a shattered sky reflected in broken glass
People stand deserted, isolated,
looking for the most important thing they can't remember
Each word an ember tossed casually
setting me on fire
these conversations on a slow burn
warm then consume
On the bus or on the street we are all listening in,
eaters of secrets, each dirty little sin
Each clock
Tick Tock
the pace is frantic, frenetic, a
light-changing frenzy
bumping down crowded sidewalks
the only contact crashing into the stranger you know
eyes meet, pause a beat, and pass
relieved and alone
Cement and crumbed bricks
abandoned needle shining menace
forlorn drink, slowly melting
smoldering butt, still belching smoke
a shoe that someone lost or left behind
these things are peace of mind
Pieces of minds
the parts left for someone else to find.
a shattered sky reflected in broken glass
People stand deserted, isolated,
looking for the most important thing they can't remember
Each word an ember tossed casually
setting me on fire
these conversations on a slow burn
warm then consume
On the bus or on the street we are all listening in,
eaters of secrets, each dirty little sin
Each clock
Tick Tock
the pace is frantic, frenetic, a
light-changing frenzy
bumping down crowded sidewalks
the only contact crashing into the stranger you know
eyes meet, pause a beat, and pass
relieved and alone
Cement and crumbed bricks
abandoned needle shining menace
forlorn drink, slowly melting
smoldering butt, still belching smoke
a shoe that someone lost or left behind
these things are peace of mind
Pieces of minds
the parts left for someone else to find.