DUSTY NIGHT IN NOVEMBER


STRUTTING DOWN THE ROAD,
UNSEEN WARDING DEEP WITHIN.
FASTER THAN IT SEEMED POSSIBLE,
MY FLOW DEEP IN A SPIN.
IMAGES THAT THRASHED THE CALL,
BECKONING ME TO SEARCH DEEP WITHIN.
A CLEARING WAS NEARING MY ORBS WERE PEERING,
AT METALIC OBJECTS THAT LOOKED SO THIN.
EYES HEFTY BUT WERE LOOKING THROUGH ME,
BECKONING OTHERS TO FOLLOW.
I FELT HOLLOW PROBING EVERYWHERE,
NO HIDING PLACE AVOIDED THE STARE.
FROM DUSK TO DARKNESS I FELT LIKE LEAD,
INSTRUMENTS EXTRACTED SECRETS INSTEAD.
THEN AS LIGHTS FADED, EYES NO MORE,
HELD ME QUIMMERING, SENSES WERE ONCE MORE LAW.
WHAT WAS I DOING STANDING WITH OTHERS,
CHILDREN, ELDERLY AND PREGNENT MOTHERS.
CLEARLY CONFUSED, MY SENSES BRUISED,
I WALKED HOME ALONE.
AS SOCIETY OVER THE YEARS,
REMEMBER THE TEARS,
OF THE MEMOIRS OF THAT NIGHT.
STORIES TOLD UNTIL WERE OLD,
IN A DUSTY NIGHT IN NOVEMBER.