Midnight Flight

 

                The rail bit his wrinkled hand as he surveyed the artificial stars,

                Hung too low across the city sky,

                And the noise of the drinking children below rang,

                Like the crash of imploding super-novas,

                Across the dark urban galaxy spread before him.

                An invisible bullet headache dug deeper and deeper,

                And he was distracted, but if he closed his eyes,

                He could smell the flowers that had grown on this balcony,

                Nourished by a feminine hand that brought life to everything.

                Below, a bottle smashed and in the distance there was a faint report,

                A gunshot, cries of fire and rape and wolf,

                And everything that can be shouted.

                What irony, that he never noticed how dead it all was,

                When she lived.

                The wind would rush faster yet while all rushed on,

                And the earth turned to a dead rhythm,

                And like some elderly perversion of Icarus,

                He would find new wings to fly on,

                Or, falling, turn a blissful eye to the ground.

               

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"A gunshot, cries of fire and rape and wolf,
And everything that can be shouted.
What irony, that he never noticed how dead it all was,
When she lived."
You create a beautiful then sad vision. Some places hard to hide from the bad things. I like the desire of escape in the end. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[The Empty Hour Glass]

I especially enjoyed the ending of this one, though somewhat sad; it is all but sad for the man. I just love subtle little hints into the minds of man and his psyche. A great work, though I've not had the experience of knowing anything of urban life, this made part of it easy to grasp. That's good, being able to relay something unto someone who cannot relate otherwise. Great job!

[Shy Girl]

Try to get away...but it seems to find us in the end. Very nice piece of work you made here. :)

[Rosalind Gale]

A glorious then melancholic piece that offers something of a new beginning. It conjurs up the night as a place of fear and foreboding - with the dead of night pervading the senses - given over to some thought of light. Thank you Paul, for this poem.
Rosa -x-

[kayla]

This is absolutely beautiful. (That's all I gotta say about this one :P)

[MOON]

Pretty deep write , told very well

[Pencrafter]

Your poem displays some nice contrasts, such as the ugliness of the city with the aroma of flowers planted nearby. Then, in one short line, like a fulcrum point, three words convey the loss of a loved companion. Your poem is readable, with emotional impact. Many of the expressions are clear and understandable, while a few stubbornly resist comprehension, requiring us to apply more thought. Nice job.

[nigrum homonculus]

very well written. your word play is actually amazing. well done

[afra]

pretty deep ....good work ...^_^

[Harley (arbiter)]

Nice write. Good job