I fall into you
tumble down
into the impossibility
of your blind alleys
plummet
from a great height
into the web
of your passages
sound out
the street names
as if calling
to a dead lover.

I miss you
without having
ever known you.
Pine for the
broad arms
of your boulevards
and the leafy shadows
of well-intended gardens
like all else static
in time’s killing jar,
I resurrect your ghosts,
and animate them to
the task of denizenry
in this city that
never was.

The music for this flash piece was “Shiftless” by Ambienteer. More of his work can be found here.

7 Responses

  1. Every once in a while I run into poems that are so jaw droppingly stunning that I’m left a little breathless.

    I am left without breath. Beautiful.

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