Mellow

this haunting moment

retreating edges
of a burning picture
your features
crudely fading

in the smoke
curling itself
around our eyes

I feel only regret
and your soothing touch
of smoke


Glazgo-City

I am waiting on a corner
round which satan stalks
the weak and the weary
men without hope or gain

vicious voices that talk
despair and hate into
the lame so they'll turn
against their brothers

the city which waits for
her death a veil of light
covers her head the sky
has shed all of her tears

no more stars to guide me
through this sea of streets
where I'd let my mind wander
and lost it

I am waiting on a corner
till it comes back to me