upload : 2008_12_16 2008_12_05 Street lights. The close companion to the dark maze we call our journey. Lost highway. Route. Line. Way home. Street corner, scantily clad subconscious Searching for a clearer image of the blurred passing’s, Like lifetimes, as they stumble and scurry by and beyond. On empty, anything that passes. Exaggerated extensions, colloquial forms, poetry’s too much. But not enough could end it all, in a fit of red, or a fit of silence. Kisses. entries contact