angel boy demon clown

A flash of light

         born into

                a steel valley.

The cool magical smile

                        of boyhood

    has grown so angelic

                 its opposite

              is also a supernatural force

                pushing to exhaust

                          all possibilities.

             It drives a mad echo.

True solitude

                                 becomes solution

                     The craving of friendship

                            is that already

                                         of nostalgia.

              Gathering

rats, bugs, and

               barking dogs

               announce the setting sun,

         and wait for the moon

    to shed her clouds.

Tonight’s Blues heard

             are the oldest.

Foreign days

       pass along with dreamy laughter,

   and awkward excitement

                  saturated with precariousness.