Half lights and half truths.

I didn’t get off on those
Blurred signs of racing striped blues
The copious pulses of
Golden goose steeple chasers.
often found frequenting the house of
A long meaningful weekend.

Now a forgotten empty street
View finder memory’s
Flooding impressionist senses.

short shadows chased down
A long street of tills emptying
Out the thread bare pockets
Of twenty four folded at seven
Stylus Beats Time travelling
recollections of a jive a picture
I must of seen on a line.

now a forgotten empty street.
View finder memory’s
flooding impressionists senses.

Kings cards broken glasses false starts
Chasing green dragons refraction of half lights and half truths.

Now a forgotten empty street
A view finder memory’s
Flooding impressionists senses.