l.i.e. jewelnight

The cars past deathful fast, bringing up jewels of headlamps from the crook of the road. They come from, to bottom indistinct specks under the lights. Blue and orange they pass, sighs wiping off the face of the cars like ghosts. The red lights blink on the radio tower: the red fireflies in brakelights flare. Beneath the patches of street lights, amber, purple, fading ghost purple and all warm, this lonely stretch of nighttime water.

for r.m.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s