|Nocturne in a Purple Bar (standard:poetry, 113 words)|
|Author: kendall thomas||Added: Jan 22 2006||Views/Reads: 1798/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Bar patron contemplates the coming of dawn.|
NOCTURNE IN A PURPLE BAR . I cannot stop the silent walk of stars across my forehead nor see anymore the faces under the smoky ceiling of the purple bar. Island of strange creatures locked in clonic dance: anthem of dust souls seeking their oblivion on the rust-colored floors of night. And remorse like some brooding shadow clocks the moments in misspent ecstasy and scurries on my thoughts: postscripts to the glass-filled reflections of some disjointed world alien to me. And as these beating quick minutes flee swiftly to their hour, I become stilled ... by the approach ... of a terrifying knowledge ... of streets ... gleaming white ... in the dawn. Tweet
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