The City’s Lullaby

Window eye level
City lights blurring

Greens into yellows
Yellows into Whites

Hypnotic, lulling me
Somewhere into myself


A late post today. Spent most of the day in the city and this is what I wrote on my commute home.

We’re in Paradise

“We’re in paradise,” they said. “Unhappiness doesn’t exist here.”

As they smiled and ruffled my hair,
I felt darkness overtake
The last bastions of light
In my soul.

“Yes,” I said. “We’re in paradise.”


Picture by: Gerald Friedrich