Scenes from
BRUISED
( excerpt 2 )
WARNING: SOME LANGUAGE AND CONTENT MAY OFFEND!!
Friday / 11.28pm / light reclines / darkness opens
at the edge of a sky / blue / deep / trimmed with orange / the
moon sings / words falling to the city below / fountain / stream
/ pours down the side of the hills across the darkening houses
/ the city stretches / the cars with each turn gather / night
new born / stars like insects reflected in mirrored glass /
. . . I wish I wasn't so stoned / . . .
Friday / 11.28pm / he is perched too high at the thin
end of the day / neither day or night / the hills decline / the
city stretches out into darkness / a bird flies towards the mountains
and the last remnants of the day / black wings between the moon
and my shrunken eyes /
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