The Rhythm of the Night Beats like a Skull

 

Savage tongued fairytales

A murmur of flesh-tone nightmares

Calls you to the windowsill

To view this concrete snarl

 

Stained-glass illuminations

Cast shadows through the streets

Crucified dreamers beg for

Secret voices to pierce your soul

 

The buildings are big among the ground

Swallowing the yellow-red impressions

As the sun sinks into the past

Ghosts of a sepia-tone jungle

 

Rhythm of the night

Like drumbeat on a skull

Feels like a four day bender

Waking up alone

 

A moment filled mystery

As the streets rise up

To

     let

           you

                   fall,

                          again

Reviews

[Chris]

I like the taste of the rhythm

Chris

[Sunni Davis]

Very vivid, dark images and brilliant words...very nicely written.

[An owl on the moon]

As I read this i felt as if i had walked such dark places.. haunted shades and shadows... You breathe this out with an autumn-like wonder in the deepest colors and coolest winds.

[JimmyFlux]

Contains a paranoid edge that's unsettling. Sick write.

[Rene Velez]

Me being a city dweller these images are a familiar sort, rough and imposing, the jungle has no mercy...great scribe.

[Ruth]

What I admire about your style love is that you always raise and build up intense emotion and then crescendo! lol
You have a talent of conveying harsh impact in your endings to poetry...simply wonderful
xx

[Kenneth The Poet]

Dark, stark, hits the mark.

Awesome!

[Audrey Howitt]

Love your work. Vivid imagery throughout. My favorite line:
Crucified dreamers beg for
Secret voices to pierce your soul

[SinnerInspired]

Cool I like what you did on the last part of the poem Creative!