Rob Schackne #994 - When The City Goes Dark Brown (redux)

When The City Goes Dark Brown


Eerie dark brown tonight
cars are stopped by rockfall

the darkness gives new eyes to

old tears falling in ripped places

we're discussing the B-flat world

which (she says) means comfort

I don't mention ignorance or hate
when the city goes dark brown

or the worldwide air-con humming
when the protesters start to run

the blood-ringed skulls rattle

my dusty Tibetan mask sneezes

I'm reminded it's time to leave

the crazy friction of the parts