napowrimo 5: nightlife

Half-deaf in a silent street,
bereft of bass;
as he inhales, his cigarette
lights up his face.

A fox slips through a broken fence
and hurries on.

Two tramps in an empty warehouse
roast a stolen swan.

A man peers past his sleeping wife
to check the time.

Snails cross-hatch a patio
in trails of slime.

3 Comments

  1. 6 April 2007 at 10:59 am | Permalink

    I like the varying imagery you have created. Nice read.

  2. 6 April 2007 at 5:14 pm | Permalink

    varying snapshots of a ‘typical’ night-time.

  3. Harry
    6 April 2007 at 8:31 pm | Permalink

    Hey both of you, thanks for stopping by and commenting :)

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