thoughts

the lifeless buildings reflected in the city river
with their sad dim lights
just dim enough
to seem ghostlike
like lightning bugs
or ancient lanterns,
dare me to find meaning
but i'm on the bridge
straining instead to find hope
in the sad river
labyrinth of concrete
clockwork precision
night
that is so...
quiet
but for the rushing wind of cars
amplified through the light drizzle of rain


i am a worm
buried just a few feet below the surface
listening... waiting...