Broken right.

I remember walking
through the streets of Dublin of a night,
alone.

Well half walking,
half running: I was in a hurry.
I’m always in a hurry

The wind was whipping old newspapers
around my legs. The discarded leaves
of yesterday’s discoverings and reflections.

It was a cold, desperate night.

All the grey black, boarded up windows
of the creative imagination’s misplaced courage.
Misplaced veins.

Cigarette smoke and misty tears.
The two lovers waiting at the bus-stop
with the broken glass.

I remember them and the uneasy looks in their eyes,
which wouldn’t meet. And their cold hands
just pretending.

And through the scratched and yellowed glass of the train window,
the simple lights of Bray twinkling
way off in the distance.

6 comments

  1. Phoenix · January 14, 2007

    I love the way you paint with words. I can see what I think you imagined when you wrote, which is rare and very good indeed.

    Oh, and I added you to my blogroll. Thanks for adding me. 🙂

  2. krkbaker · January 15, 2007

    I agree. Great visual.
    My new favorite.

  3. Lux · January 15, 2007

    As good as having been there myself, I cant but agree with the above, wonderfully spatial as well as mood evocation.

  4. zaphodfreek · January 15, 2007

    🙂
    Thanks.

    Compliments like these can’t be bought.
    They have to be earned.
    I hope I’ve earned them.

  5. vesper · January 19, 2007

    i love the mood and tone.

  6. zaphodfreek · January 19, 2007

    It’s meant to be a bit meloncholy and a bit dark.
    I was a little upset, but why i do not know.
    I was a little awed by the lateness and aloneness combined in this city so…..

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