Night sounds softly Some of the time White noise rushing Following the dotted White lines. Slush of tires Hum of telephone wires The buzz of dilemma The beat of the weather As it falls onto the Fire escape walls And tumbles down Metal stairs and Echoes round the Halls Way to go, calm The flow, hide the Satisfaction of the Trucks that tow Away the offenders Who park outside Fender to fender Shouting and haggling Begging and pleading Trying to fit a size 9 Foot into a size 5 Sneaker. Night soft sounds Get sharp broken Punctuated Holes dug Ventilated Fear? Antiquated. The sirens fill The spaces that The howlers leave Unfulfilled The man with no Clothes on tumbles Down the road Chewing pills. A gun shot. Who's got? Who's lost? A single scream I don't look out At the cost. The sound of fists Against a backdrop Of fog and mist San Francisco Outside Infiltrates hearing Inside Footsteps Loud voices Woman crying Man barking Dog growls Bites hound Anyone with Any sense Takes themselves To ground. Waves lap Lights hum Russian Hill Sleeps peacefully Round here We have none. Waves lap Rails buzz Up the hill Down the track Light comes Up again The dawn is silent Apart from The sounds Of men.
As usual, I enjoyed your reading…and must admit from time to time I hear a bit of the wit Dylan Thomas in your voice…obviously not in terms of resonate frequency but the skill of the lines.
💐 I wish I had a tiny percentage of his poetic talent.