OPTIONAL POETRY

Such a still night. There’s the silent police light, blue cyclic, a car stopped on the tracks. I pass, catch phrases by surprise– I don’t care and should we try? This day has gone by in a thumb of pages, brisk breeze, alacrity. People siphon off down alleys. The city is never not bright– two tickers wrap around buildings– a strip club, and headlines.  The theme is themes– the cycle repeats itself, among angular buildings, a ring. Meaning a call, or a promise– […]