26C Broadway Street

26C Broadway Street

I have once been walking down the dead street,

Hills of eyes watching like a chained parasite.

Watching on me, a small stone statue smiled at me.

And I took the down road to enter a narrow slit.

It's night, it's curfew of humans.

Street lights got exhausted, they moaned in the impuissance.

The night fell like a black coarse sheet, I got into a hateful trance,

Leech memories swarmed and took to dance.

The night melted like a black ocean cream,

It all has stained me blue dark.

I heard cries of women moaning, I saw in sky the dimly lit arc,

Noises became shadows of red lights of cars, now so dim.

I walked, on a polluted desert smooth like the skin of a snake.

Then I dreamt of naked vultures with heads of humans, but I wish I never could wake.