COME WITH ME IN THE NIGHT

"Come with me," said the arctic fox to his silvery corvidae friend,"Let us wander 'neath the tundra moon and watch the snow descend.Together we can haunt the night, as lonely as two ghosts,leaving no trace as we pass, with shadows of morose."

"Come with me," said the silver crow to his ghostly vulpine friend,"Let us wander where the trees have gone and into clouds ascend.Together we can hunt the night, you kill and I shall reap,and all shall fear to hear our song call in the twilight sleep."


Monday, July 13, 2009

The London Underground

I never knew just how it felt
to be a tinned sardine
crammed in a space so small and tight
with no room in between
To not know if that hand was yours
or who's air it is you breath
to be surrounded by unknowns
and not be able to leave
To wait for the tin to peel back
and for the sweet breeze on your face
to revel in your freedom
till you're thrust back in the race

I never knew just how it felt
to be a tinned sardine
until I took the underground
during the rush hour scene
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