Durango

06.16.08

Give us pause fair and whisperant one!
Dreams of the moist and illustrious midnight fields I do dream
And the peppered ink of wasted sky, diamonds of dew
Arc of lightning slices the eternal night!

To me Durango is dead and the road is washed away
The ones who remain are sadly forever to stay
The eternal night is seared in our eyes and the void tunnel of emptiness we grin at in embarrassing pride

I walk along the streets so empty and dead tonight in Durango
The air is light the heavy thoughts fly in wobbling directions of half full pride
Mad horses whine with their moon in their eyes and the sun soon rises in blinding disguise

Out of the shine, the room I am in is just fine.
The mules below walk in line and evening dresses now drape and drown in tired drowse from the Spanish dances and deviances of night last
The moist spurt of the moon drawn down by angels;

Denizens of arboreal avenues they are, birds of heavenly freefall, sunk into the crack of doom by wild arms of thought evading souls
Into the streets I do return to the melancholy tones of some shadowy mirth
Walk away, head down hand in pocket. Grin with dirty sunlight.