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Open Poetry #45

Burial In the City

young_blood
Senior Member

since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

0 posted 2009-10-19 12:50 PM

The night is in pursuit
again,
through these alleyways
confined by buildings sagging
like gallows in a nuclear wind.
It moves quicker with steps so
silent
as to put a mute to shame.
It's pulse becomes electric
as it sways from side to side
dodging delusional derelicts.
The darkness
swallows swollen shadows
and hems my path to home.
My pulse becomes electric.
My lungs drink despair.
The combination provides reason
to move to the beat insisted
by the hangman's secret.
It's a violent dance.
Two pulses meet,
Two sparks fly.
This beat becomes electric,
bloated by two tangled together.
The darkness and myself,
sensual in all senses,
becoming more so by the minute.
The beat is pounding in my head
though no one else seems to be moved.
The night seems to insist on
continuing this carnal spar.
For the moment,
I agree.

Mysteria

Member Laureate

since 2001-03-07

Posts 18328
British Columbia, Canada

1 posted 2009-10-19 01:54 PM

The darkness
swallows swollen shadows
and hems my path to home.
My pulse becomes electric.

This was exciting right to the end, and brother do I know this well myself, when walking alone in this darn fog at night.

Sláinte mhaith!
Mysteria

young_blood
Senior Member

since 2003-09-19

Posts 1115
Indianapolis, IN

2 posted 2009-10-20 10:24 AM

Thanks for reading. I truly appreciate it.

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