A moment

He stood smoking,watching the amber on the tip of the cigarette glow as he puffed in from the other end, his nicotine fix. Zhonlee...a soft but strong voice called and as he turned, again she called out his name Zhonlee. 'It's johnlee' he quickly wanted to correct, but let it go, "Why kill the moment!." I have always been a sucker for the moment. I tell myself I never look for it, but in reality I am addicted to a fine moment. She walked with her head in the cloud and her feet on the ground. A regal walk, I call it; a wave off from the misty sea that could carry off everything that came in her way. I stood talking, never gazing too long into her eyes, fearing my eyes would betray me. The cold pricking wind blew in through the open window as we stood talking. I felt the wind brushing her soft cheeks,her lips as it rustled past her silky hair. Her eyes glowed, and she explained her dreams,ambitions and of love. Do you want me to drop you home? Before I could ask, a voice called out, get a grip. I withdrew. I have a call to make, I excused myself.

Neon Psalm

 

As I pass through the shadow of neon glow,
i pray in the safety of the street light.

The Lord is my shepherd. Bizarre.

so far from home
the pasture's turning mire,

the rod and the staff, i lost long away.

I am no shepherd, i am the herd.

It's neon psalm.

Long legs, short dress.
poked needles, squashed bins.

a man, a woman, the shadow grows.

wailing sirens. Patrol or rushing aa'bulance!

It was the dark time. It is the Neon Psalm.