a pale situation.

The swollen sky keeps its pride.
And the dreams of climbing into a reality
Are sold on the street corner for a few coins.

And the blues play in the distance.
Rhythm and melody at war.
Perhaps space is only arms length.

Intoxications of the soul only
Project the misery of clouds of smoke.
Who will sing me a song?
Of tonight’s journey on Delmar?

The nights they shine with promises.
The times they are good.
Infinity is handed out by the dozen.
Only to commitments.
The moments they embrace the fragile hours.