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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3491 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Night Travellers Jane Crossen Body clock trying mechanically to fit the chaos of me into the Universe ticks and tocks the regimented left and right of seconds stepping into minutes minutes marching into hours Onward into a pre-ordained ordered 24-hours testing Einstein's sublime theories that hold and support every pulsing atom Each with its relative place in the world's zip-coded DNA A time zone away from my night a jet plane in the previous jet's stream carries the pestilence of tourists whose travel-brochure eyes peer down through a fuselage pimpled by portholes afloat on the sky's sea eager for the signpost to the beach, the bar the brawl Landed, they step onto the tarmac of a past aunt's childhood postcard as the engines hum the words of the latest holiday hit Back in my world a police helicopter hovers an asthmatic hummingbird above a fugitive world Its Cyclops eye, charged with candlepower rakes the gloom below for small-time criminals whose urban decay renders them untraceable on thermal image screens Dead cells tell no tales The tongue of the street is dumb A train wolf whistles the night Gotta make tracks - see you Gotta make tracks - see you While some small mammal squeals unheard Killed by death with feathers Its chocolate coat rippled with raspberry A hedgehog allergic to milk escapes by proxy wheezing its way beneath neon starlight All ears and with caustic tears on my cheek Miss you most when I'm alone When night draws its dirty net curtains Across another day I listen |
