Head Blossom
Head BlossomThe surging and wink of
the bright lights out here
on the edge of silence
and town are almost too loud.
Forboding and strange are
the footsteps of those seeking
determined to find solace in reality
and actually seeing something....
The constant request for quiet
crosses the demand for an answer
and neither are found.
There is nothing to achieve.
My own thoughts twist upon
the brilliance of the lurid day
and whisps of unmentionable escape
become lonely, and die.
Practically useful for nothing,
not even a good ending.
-TJC 2009
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