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 crowded boxes.

 

light, it ran away so quickly.

it didn’t have to face the facts,

such as the clear-cut nudity

of the harsh sexless sex, 

that is,  the overdose of money-smitten people

shackled in towers of ruthless equation.

 

light. 

it hurt.  it framed.  it trapped.

so brutal that hope

preferred to remain a lurid, unturned stone.

the night fed the light its pretenders.

maskers who played cards without mercy.

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

digging for bones.

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9/23/25 ... eh