"pretty lights"

Pitch black cover

Lamps alight break

The wind asleep

At summers end

Hills, hiding deep

Behind the mothers and fathers

That clothe us all

With a call I can better hear at night

Sultry sweet.

Can I go to sleep dreaming

this greeting is only for me?

I have arrived

Going in circles

Chased into exposure

Streetlights don’t desire

But they take

And we just want some rest

Acceptance

At least in the form of darkness

With my jacket in my arms

And a black hole of a bag

Half-asleep I step out

No time to dance with Nippy Blue

My bed is waiting,

I have somewhere to be...

It’s easier to walk in a straight line

In times like these, snails do make bold moves

“After you, sir”, I say

I’ve forgotten I have somewhere to go...

Away from the gas-powered giants

From bodies dressed

To be undressed by the glare of any techy-torch

(Forget the moon)

I remember it is normal

To want to be alone and unseen...

I think there might be no such thing as "pretty lights".

This poem is part of a series of 25 daily word experiments I am committing to for the month of October. The motto: “Sometimes garbage, sometimes sweet, not fun everyday, but everyday anyway!” Intrigued to experience what can be created (and discovered) in the process of developing a consistent writing practice, I will be writing a poem a day until my Vocal+ subscription ends at the end of the month. Let’s gooooo!