She lives beneath the city
Entangled within the inner workings
Of the beast
The steel structures have a firm hold on the world
Strangled by hypnotic pipelines
Hostage of blue-headed bandits
The prisoner of dreams awakes
I want her to see
Show her the things I have created
The scales on the Seashells that hemorrhage under
Half lit street lights
Intolerable concentration
Bleeding from the hands of time
Sensitive are the seeds of love
Impossible warships - intolerable relationships
Dreadful everything
The clear wings of the dragonfly linger in the night air
And dithers and teases
Back and forth
The wildflowers and the wings
Are lost within the fury
Of the night
Tell her for me
Won’t you tell her
I love her..
Ken Riccio original poems ©
