Dark Covered Times

by Wayne Palesado   Oct 5, 2011


Glaring spots of light in the dark brick mountains.
Metallic moving wheels in their mundane daily routes.
Sky dark blue, trees as black as shadows.
Flickering colored gleams attract the vision of wondering eyes.
Advertising what has been seen on blocks before.
A working man of the hour glances at the watch given from his mate.
A movie is viewed as a baby crys in it's crib.
Roach's scramble to the counter to feast in the none brighten realms.
The cars wiz through the concrete floor constructed for their travel.
The lover's chants echo throughout the area that surrounds their sweating flesh pouring in delight.
Channels are switched in repeated motion of the loner's hand who can not draft off into slumber.

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