Friday, October 13, 2006

Sunset [from the diaries]

In each of our cities
The sun sets in different ways
It hides behind scaffoldings sometimes
It sulks behind soot stained buildings.

How does the sun set in your city?

Does it pale into the neon lights?
Choked by a passing bus
Does it hitch a ride sometimes?

White, dusty skies
Red lettering running to sell engine oil
Against a bizarre tree

My city hums with me.

Choking me with its venom
Spewing me onto its roads
Driving me from sun to sun
Lamplights on the run.

28/5/99

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