Clyde Ride

Drunken stupor in times bluer than a starless night sky

Sunken deep time becomes a blur and begs the question, I

No, that’s a lie

As I wonder why

I’m feeling bad about the way that I’m living

Too young to not rest in peace 

Too old to not have found it yet 

Too fast to stop so I cannot cease

Chasing dreams on which I bet

The past with you that had the keys

Stolen, driven golden, I see the sunset

But that was then

And in the end 

You’re too far in the rearview to look back now

© The Sad Owl

Benched

The sunset’s orange

That much was obvious

Transformers on the powerlines lie dormant

Until the day winds down

Lights will shine through the windows of homes as people continue to live their lives

But somehow, much like the sunset that will transcend into moonlight

&

The transformers that will wake up energized

I’m still waiting

Living in the dark.

© The Sad Owl

Sleeping Sunrise

The aurum of just after day

Sincere and so serene

Golden sets of mannequins, they’re reaching for the sea

The plastic wishes fragile yet extreme

Washes away in our sleeping sunsets

I guess

No let’s —

Find our ever-after

Bathed in moonlit matter

Neon lights and laughter

Drunken stupor or dragging dancer

Just questions with no answers

Knowing that tomorrow is another day

Lie here in a dream