men run into secret cars

bury frustration at my knees

turn on the only channel tuned to your heart

can’t stay alive kicking through these doors

divide every opportunity into equal parts

look at all the directions

clean up my memories

watch the ships crash into the bridge of desire

run through the streets with a color burning deep in my eyes

catch the reflection lost in secrecy

are you the pain I can’t live without?

are you the pain i’ve nurtured since my youth?

deep into the illusion of yesterday

men run into secret cars

hoping for a way out of this town

when the crowds beat us up from the inside

when the people start to run into the sky

do they look at my past mistakes?

look at the crowds like a prisoner in the dark

grip my youth until we don’t age

these strings break with callous mistakes

these walls fall apart with every ounce of hope

when we speak again

when we change our minds

1 thought on “men run into secret cars”

  1. Very colorful profusion of images and some stunning metaphor. I particularly like the ‘ships’ crashing into ‘the bridge of desire’. At first I thought I would not understand this poem, but I think I found the thread. Thank you.

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