Oldies Post Deux

More Oldies...These are slightly darker.

The City

The flashing eyes of the city

Blind us; throwing off kilter the

Perfect scene and

Reveling in the revelations

That we wished we never had

Of who we really were.

The thunderous laugh of the city-

Deafness ensues and

Swallows the lie that you never

Told but wouldn't have

Saved us anyway.

The pockmarked skin of the city

Repulses us;

We were drawn

Together by the grotesque.

This is the city personified.

Desert

A desert storm,

Dust is in a fury.

Dirt caresses her body,

She desires water.
Her tired touch,

Touches only,

The red hot sand.

These were a bit darker, but I think the first I posted in this entry is one of my favourites. I wish I could find the rest...with time I suppose!