Black City Wick Heat

Black City Wick Heat

I'll motion to the sundry faces,

To awake from your slumber.

Many avenues of traces,

Walks of lives, 

Other's states of mind and places.

Lone wolf touches hearts and sailing stones,

In an open salt flat, ignited colors of pedals and conversation.

Bitter but sweet tasting.

A stark contrast initially leaves you extraterrestrial, 

A state of grey,

Or black to city night skyline lights when the smog wanes away.

Fade day dreams with tanks, grenades, and labels,

That room's that room, that room is not this nation.

Is it opioid or steroids in power abuse?

The overdose is overuse,

Water, Zip Ties, and mace cans,

Tough men in gas masks?

Pioneering a smoke screen.

Midnight Molotov cocktail burning inside with a bottle and flask,

The turmoil and the heat of the match as it burns oil,

A wick stemming from pain and anger,

As sure as these trees continue to grow roots.

These are my chaotic reflections, 

So tell me what reigns heavy over your subconscious,

And not just tolerant, 

But honest.

Reviews

[Ada]

Trying to have a normal life in a militarized space is challenging...things like poverty are now criminalized...heavy write.

[Nariko]

The things we try so hard to hide from others but we have to talk about it one day