steam

Dirty deadpan street rises silent before squinting eyes.
reflections of street lamps
the burden of time;
expensive past.
railroad future.

a perfectly rolled cigarette
rests menthol
between red smudged lips
pouting with the
delicious thirst
of awaiting pleasure.

thrills within the mind flutter,
hopeless dreams shattered
and the blade of a silver knife
makes a clean cut
upon the sunset.

screaming folk songs
to quench fictions thirst
i learnt it first,
wreckless before an unknown heaven,

spilled forgotton promises
litter the floor.

crude images blossom before
diluted minds,
pull down frayed curtains
behind unwanted window views
acting an unreadable pantomime:

Laughter chimes
through deserted rooms of
spilled wine and
discarded ideas.

bedclothes askew
her hair askew
flicking past highlighted page of a borrowed book.
smashed sequance.
false gleam.

unclean teacups drawn around the border
for more pictures.