BEYOND LOJA

Again, malicious feathered,
night was soaring up,
motherly to awake
her moloch heading dog.
No sleep for metropolis!
And we, leashed in
like this well trained pack,
are greedy sniffin´
for her bleeding brat.
Bent, still to waste
the very latest rest,
experienced, bored and satisfied.
Habitually ugly neonlight,
mortally flickerin´,
spawns in desperate effort
grotesque masques.
shady, pale and shy,
someone treats
a hundred dollar smile,
while mouldy spots
on dirty wall
creep up,
carefully,
like evil from the fall.

      

HAMLETS PHRASE

Once upon a trail
- a single ticket rail -
putting little dry woods under pot
and just like rain it`s spotting
stations on the spot. There`s caught no creation
with retinas width,
just faces pass by
like ghosts in the night.
Say, did we right,
are´nt we followers
being found sailing
under false colors.
In rhythm of soil
time fades away
like mortal coil
- destination unknown...

Skye Domhain