bleached night

i've been on streets
that smell like
regurgitated garbage,
beer, and cigarettes
and i've been in houses
that smell like bleach
and frankly,
i can't tell the difference anymore

the lonely railing
casts a solemn shadow
onto the orange walls
of the vacant apartment building

sometimes, even on clear nights,
the stars are invisible -
thank you, city lights,
for the dimming of the natural lights

night be blighted
and lights be darkened
(thank you, humanity,
for blighting nature)

sometimes, bleach gives me a headache

city lights: blight of natural light -
give me a shack in a broken village,
connections with humans in a foreign tongue
in a foreign land


Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-12-30 at 06:27

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This is a pretty grim picture you paint, but so very graphically true... "Thank you, city lights, for the dimming of the natural lights." Love it!