Desolations Boulevard Ii
The bar door is ajar only fading voices
echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar!
Here n there, trash drifts
ghosts in flickering neon
Broken floating bloated
dead down eons halls
last of white.
Crimson rockets along
an empty blacktop...
Ruins of ages, lost buildings hanging together
like frozen corpses looking
into desolation‘s aftermath.
This boulevard is desolate n oblique
enigmatic engines park n die
on this macadam late last night.
The carriage lurches, coughs, wheezes
electric spark, circuits churn
something burns,
...unmoored from the known.
Something is in death throes
as hollow oblong boxes
glide shaky to a halt.
The vehicle, this thing,
a machine of divine madness
silhouetted against the falling ash of sky.
The smell of burning rubber
a stench of ozone, the cry of the unknown...
Drift along a wind sweep boulevard
as streetlights wink on
while headlights die
like empty skull sockets.
A white filigreed smoke drifts
as it stalls and hums
sputters n dies.
A drifting murmur of voices drift
whispers of lives lived out swift
Eyes reflect, and dance in the darkness
over a vacant steering wheel!
Light flickers briefly under the hood
deep deathly hums fade.
Only the tick of a cooling engine
echos into the frosty air.
As shadows puddle in endless despair
something stands at the end...
...of desolations boulevard!
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2023
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