Nocturne in a Purple Bar (standard:poetry, 113 words)
Author: kendall thomas	Added: Jan 22 2006	Views/Reads: 3162/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Bar patron contemplates the coming of dawn.

NOCTURNE IN A PURPLE BAR 

. 

I cannot stop 

the silent walk of stars 

across my forehead 

nor see anymore 

the faces 

under the smoky ceiling 

of the purple bar. 

Island of strange creatures 

locked in clonic dance: 

anthem of dust souls 

seeking their oblivion 

on the rust-colored floors of night. 

And remorse 

like some brooding shadow 

clocks the moments 

in misspent ecstasy 

and scurries on my thoughts: 

postscripts to the glass-filled reflections 

of some disjointed world 

alien to me. 

And as these 

beating quick minutes 

flee swiftly to their hour, 

I become stilled ... 

by the approach ... 

of a terrifying knowledge ... 

of streets ... 

gleaming white ... 

in the dawn. 


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