Night Walk

Rain slicked streets glisten
Neath yellow stains of light
Silent save the splash
Of random steel phaetons
Moving stealthily to or from

Goddesses of the dark
Wait in the shadows
Dressed to entice
Street seduction
Painted faces, pasted smiles

Paradise Cafe
Sentry of the city
Neon lights
Crackle, flicker
Suggest safe harbor

Stale breezes
Scurry through foul alleys
Permeate the dark

Assault the senses
Amble down the street

Alcohol fueled dreams
Emanate from doorways
Cardboard castles
Remnants of lives broken
Derelict ambitions

Night Walk



About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs of questionable origin. I created this blog as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations since my wife is tired of hearing them and, after 50 some odd years, probably with good reason. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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4 Responses to Night Walk

  1. Wow…you said it all. You painted the perfect “illusion” of life, for a lot of people. An illusion that gets one,,,well, I’m not sure where it gets anyone. “Stale breezes,foul alleys…” Fantastic images.


  2. Edwin Best says:

    Really put me there!


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