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Last Venture



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.

























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