6 a.m. …

tis dark…
6 a.m. …
only a streetlamp shines…
red tail-lights float-by…
sound of a car starting with a voice saying…,fuck it’s cold….

hear cars drive up and down a two way street…
gravel crackles in driveways…
a cat cries out…
dumpster lids are flipped in the wind…
my phone has not rung…

and all night the sounds of the city rushed through my rented room…
cop cars…
ambulances…
fire trucks….but not your voice….

then there was silence…
nothing…
no sound…
too quiet….
come-on phone….ring….

tis dark…
6 a.m. …
only a streetlamp shines…
sound of a car starting with a voice saying…,fuck it’s cold…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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