Monday, May 18, 2020

From Picture to Page: Curfew

I've wanted to do a poem based on a night shot for a while. Haven't been out in night for a while. Got my chance on Saturday. Now what?


Dusk light
last domino
about to fall.

Time to tally
all who
want us dead.

inviting you
for haircuts.

crying havok
in store

after cashier
offers to pay
for cigarettes.

Rest who
wait to
occupy all,

our stripes
a range target

Stars beg
for shots
close range.

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