By Tom H. Brooks 3
Strange
lounge music
rolling over me in
dark waves
of sound and rhythm
I sit alone
in the darkness
eyes glittering
illuminated
by a single candle flame.
I stare deeply into its
fiery blue heart
looking for a revelation
but I am only rewarded
by burning myself again.
Drums beat
the inside of my skull
and
haunting melodies
melt
down the walls
where spiders crawl
and
rats scamper
through the attic of my mind.
Words
come forth
from some
unexplored depth of night
and out the window
The City sparkles
far below,
all of it
reflected in my eyes…
I watch car headlights
winding their way
through the hills.
I listen to the quiet voices
that whisper in my ear alone
like a cool night wind
in the LA canyons
calling me to
more important realms of existence.
Oh, those nights alone
in the Hollywood Hills,
as if I was the only person in the world-
they stay with me forever…
THB3
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