As I screech through the grey, early evening, The train floats by, invisible.
She pushes cargo to a warehouse
on the damp upper east bank.
Doctors walk by outside, looking inside, pipes smoking and coattails flapping in the wind.
Headaches won’t cease without coffee, or laudanum.
A rambling honk in my ears, rattling an empty casket. Forcing missing tears from fidgeting pockets.
Night rolls on like thunder, twenty paces each way. The people thin and become felines, mewling to no one and everyone.
Skulking through city slits.
Day’s pains turn into terrors made of rags, dancing shadows take up the waltz. Deep night fairy dust lazily consumes open spaces between dreams.
Rocking here and there,
Silence finally makes its bed, suffocating Noise until his last twitch.
There in the obscurity -
A whistle blows, the darkness flees in panic.
Dusted air fills the lungs
Sickeningly sweet smells force their way in
Gasoline and fresh bread
The pile of ashes once more lit up by apathetic dawn.