Poem: Long Night Into Day

Long Night Into Day

light stung

with its lack of tomorrow,

the what-was that devoured the what-if. 

light lived in a hive of everstressed people,

below a sharp blue height 

which leered over their crowded boxes.

 

light, it ran away so quick.

it didn’t have to face the facts,

such as the clear-cut nudity

of the harsh sexless sex, that is,

the overdose drama of money-smitten people

shackled in towers of corrupted pleasures 

and ruthless equations.

 

light. 

it hurt.  it framed.  it trapped.

so brutal that hope

preferred to remain a lurid, unturned stone.

the night, the night it ... 

fed the light its harems of pretenders,

maskers who played cards without mercy.

games of dogs, paws on each other’s hearts,

digging for bones.

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10/3/25 .. mehh

9/23/25 ... eh