The Darkness of the night dresses fancy.
A couple of coins in my pocket.
Time is not a factor, not in nights like this.
The pretender of a mirror stares me in the face.
My hands are calm but sweaty.
I’m ready, not for me but for all.
The lights dance on the yellow and orange pavement.
The wind, concealed, guard the sky, no fuzz allowed.
Plastic wheels go around.
Rubber dreams in my pocket.
Steady and rising pulse in my throat.
The nails are dirty.
Smiles made of smoke, the prince is gone.
No battleground is appropriate for this skirmish.
No prize or gift, everyone wins tho.
The princess fled the castle at midnight.
All is lines, specially when the curves are there.
No point, no space, time does not matter yet it flies.
The moon, bipolar as usual, stares down the show.
The blood is like a cheap cologne.
The metallic beasts are dominant in the street.
Their roar makes everyone shiver with anticipation.
The water is the most dread fate for us all.
The nails are exquisite.
Enter the wolf mouth.
Just a little, just to see.
Nobody is safe, that’s the way to do it.
Everybody loves it.
Jack the black, no one sees nor hear.
The blind love the blindfold.
Sleep is forbidden, just for now.
Morning comes.
December 3, 2017.
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