Untitled (Red)

A red glow

Silhouettes my shoulders

I can only get a short glimpse

With lights passing by

Long and slender

Leading up to the black shade

Crimson red overflows

I wish I was up my glance

In between the pressure

My lips bitten

Music in my ears

Traveling like a jet landing

Speeding Through

While deer running by

Crossing my path

Purple light go away

Receptionist appeared

Now summer is gone

Another glance

Flesh on the blackness

What do I know?

As my blindness is only

Half empty

And they say,

I can say no to a transfusion

I say fuck it

Give me the lead.

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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