after eyes (a night song, a street song)

he closes his eyes night suddenly has fallen a river of road flows past the other side of the window traffic roars the sound projection of a whirling round of tyres echoes round the street canyon walls bring a dream as gears grate through another change a b-double truck labors up the grade then it …

will come

the shadows play through venetian blinds car lights creeping down the hill through darkness the quiet world outside my window still sleeping but I am wakeful my eyes half closed waiting the day will come ~

awash

a little engine but it’s mostly surge the street awash with car boats ~

wondering

the highway sings a highway song outside my door the sound is the whine of a four-wheel-drive tyre and rain that fell in the night adds a shush shush shush the shush of a lullaby the wind breathes a whistle such a restless sound while the clouds maintain a silence in their scurry while I …

streetscape: fist

a fist of wind comes roaring pushed by a loaded tanker truck as though the night has just exhaled with a sour intent the sensation is of window rattle a flutter in the pit of the gut and great relief as the fist roars by moves on further down the street ~

disconjuncted day

the disconjunction of a car that brings the sound of water as though the street outside is drowned and the bumper bar creating a wash a wake yet the magpie sings like a summer day spent walking a field new mown whoosh another car wordle-o the grass the sun I lying on my bed like …

tidal dynamic

the car is a boat the street a waterway the wake is a sleep that eludes rain has changed the dynamic and a tide laps now at my window ~

ruv-ruv – the night

the sound of the night is a car ruv-ruv ruvving on the street outside the touch of the night is the alighting of a winged insect to make a twitch on an arm on a leg on my back where I lie exposed to a blanket of dark restlessness the heat is beating around and …

whoosh me by

a snatch of light approaching nearing passing my window air on the road pushed along by a motor car ha ha ha someone is outside tonight watching the moon the stars some meteor shower from the Pleiades a dog barks the darkness the moonlight the loneliness perhaps perhaps it is a song he sings gggrrrrooww-ow-ow …

nocturne

it spreads like a sigh out of the silence of the night only a dog yipping yapping only the shadows stirring and the murmur rolling down from the height of the hill the car ploughing darkness is a ghost of after-light driving the wind before it shepherding this nocturne somewhere deeper © Frank Prem, 2017 …