New Places

the smell of different puddles
of rain
after
city showers ~
different laundry powder
reminding you
of someone else`s
strange, familiar
mother.

The calls of the
night ~ fights
between lovers under
neon skies,
and the momentary
love of a tryst
between fighters
in dark
night-erased edges
of the city
giant.

Lonley and lost
people in 24-hour bars
feeling like they`ve
reached twilight.
Eternal sunset.
Endless moonlight.

The quiet beauty of
lonliness you feel
when you wake at
3am in your
apartment
full of the beige
grey ghosts of
enduring half light;
the rush of the
massive arms of traffic
thrumming distant faceless
people to unknown other
places;
just dark shadows riding
in dark cars ....
passing passing passing.

And you - full of your
senses
empty of the usual
delusions of family
and togetherness,
vulnerable to the great
drum and throb
of the nothing,
the void.