Late dark makes evenings of us all
a black and windy crow
defies his hero status
he wants to beat capacity
full house
large slice
huge savings
he is of a black shiny appearance
a real liquorice lick
sometimes he finds his memory
lost
coming back after the event
he found litter scattered across the horizon
the sun refusing to rise
stagnating
stalled in time
wishing upon that star
which cannot appear
with the moon full
drunken by the night
hidden behind clouds
this is a scene in a landscape
painted by a mad artist
whose mind escapes sanity
his brush moving freely through
cosmic realms
sane was intolerable
likened to furious doubt
it was all just an experiment
just to see who will survive
if they add a little heartache
mix a bit of sorrow
pouring it all over the event
bingo
we have a history
the scientist culling life
one by one
for the good of humankind
a small furthering
at your expense
these are the hard goodbyes
