Going

June 2, 2009 at 5:41 pm (Dominic Alapat, Poetry)

 

out into the night,

into seabreeze, sand,

where grey buildings

stand in a perpetual

dream

 

of roads rushing

jampacked with traffic

 

lights and the night

moon sailing silent

as in a vision

growing for

fluorescent compartments

of trains

 

hurtling home

 

there is no home

here for this

silent moon

 

these stray grey

buildings

 

running, running

for their lives. 

 

– Dominic Alapat

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