the howl of hound dog
rattles the arm of a barrier gate
as traffic lights sync in green eye night.
we slip under with a hopscotch jig
and low ride like lawn chairs
into the still land of nether.
Tags: light, night, poetry
That succinctness is something special.
Also it gives me visions of Akira, and that’s never a bad thing.
if summer gets boring like the other ones, i’m gonna watch akira. i never seen it. thank you.
Jigging under the charlie-bar, you, wow!
an owl’s suddenness is tough to translate,
but flying cockroaches scream of possibilities.
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