Northern Lights

Hits like brick blocks
Falling from those ugly city cranes at sunrise,
And at sunset
It hits
With red wine.
Nowhere and no one to be or do
Falling through time scapes
Past rotten fruit and dried out rats
Along the Seine
Sad grey water,
My only friend
And I think of smoking in the moonlight with angels
But I don’t think that would please
My weary head
That’s cried away its beauty
Rubbed away its pride
On tear-stained eyes
With dry, unloved hands
Just white grey skin
And the sunken hollow eyes
Of too many lonely minutes
Ticked on by
Minutes making decades hours years days
Life eternal
So uneternal
And I think about the milky way
How I was supposed to see the northern lights in Norway
How days just fell apart
To leave just me
Under a sunset
Clouds spread warm
My whole body cold
Sick of it all
Wanting to go home.

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