Monday, 31 March 2008

The Red

I am lost in the streets of red.
Like a kite stuck in the tree.
Pillars of white.
The only home for pigeons.

I’m being pulled and pushed
From one eye to the next.
Some strange as strangers.
Some cloaked by a veil.
Smiling, and then looking away
Leaving me with just a song.

Summer and the silver shine
Wires run through all your ears.
Fill to the brim, like tears
In your eyes.
When I think to myself,
Maybe I’m alone.

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