Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Rob Schackne #165 - When The City Goes Dark Brown

When The City Goes Dark Brown


Eerie dark brown tonight
cars are stopped by rockfall
where darkness gives new eyes


old tears falling in ripped places
we're discussing the B-flat world
which she says denotes comfort


when I don't mention ignorance or hate
or the worldwide air-con humming

my dusty Tibetan mask sneezes

blood-ringed skulls hanging there
what they’re reminding me to leave
the fire and the wind friction of the parts.


5 comments:

  1. I admire the way you write your poems. Your lines sing to me, especially these ones:

    where darkness gives new eyes

    old tears falling in ripped places
    we're discussing the B-flat world

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  2. made me feel melancholy, but in a non-gloomy way ... nice poem for sure!

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