Gliding in the shaded street
At night, with a mist settling in
In this warm little compact car
Outside it is cold.
People are walking around
With unknown atmospheres swirling
They are dark glowing
They are confused calculating.
Under a dim street light
A boy walks out to my car
And stands, watches me slip by in the night
My hair raises on end
It was his eyes
They were so lost
Searching out,
Fading in the red glow of my brake lights.
On the rising grassy banks
Like art statues
The lovers whisper to their ears
They are only skulls with flesh hanging around.
By 7-Elevens the vultures sit
Like dust swept into time
A blur that clings passively
Is there when your mind lets it
Catch your breath
Turn your lungs cold
And cradle yourself.
I stop my car
And press my temples.
I came here to draw my mind
But they are of my mind.
My thoughts are lost to them.
My hands are cold and my eyes are black,
And I'm lonely.
I'm a closet spirit.
And with horror I realize
I am them.
Lost in the stars.