Thread: The Light Goes Both Ways at the End of the Tunnel

Sure, race the lines
growing from the roadsides; you'll go nowhere.
This night is white painted squares
flipping back fast
behind, like paper
animations. Aren't you just
a perfect outline of lead.

Aren't you just
this dead, dusty angel
riding shotgun; going somewhere
not safe, not to the home you knew.
That house just went past
and you saw the eviction.

No place for your eyes--
just the road with the night.
The paper trail stops
at the next red light. He smiles,
face hidden like crossed-out words.
They'll give an answer, maybe a meal
like the feel of his tender hands.

Sitting, let him touch you, caress under
the skin those scars of love.
He is the one that drives your gray
across the page, draws his name
along the lines of the day.

Be the hand that stabs like a sword.
The eye not mighty to the pencil
deflates like a tire to the curb.
Aren't you just an eviction victim.

Aren't you just
the devil who lived off emissions.
You saw the papers fall
and there was your name,
caught in the exhausting reports,
another case file defiled.

There was your life on the line,
your own lie he took away,
gone; sticking to the streets.
There was the home never seen
being screened by the windows.
Now, the rejection passes
like the oncoming brights; they'll go everywhere.

wow.. deep.

Your phrasing is excellent. Can't say too much else.

Very powerful feel to this one. I'll probably never totally get it, but I see a troubled young girl for this. I like your line breaks, I think they are just right. Awesome title, too. Good job.

I found this fascinating, you grabbed me but good. I have to echo both Edge and Cindy. Your phrasing is fantastic and your choice of line breaks served you extremely well. This is fine work and please know that I'll be on the lookout for your future posts, Skyhawk. I sincerely hope you'll be posting again soon.

Best,
Lisa