Sundays Monday

Sunday’s Monday
are Tuesday better gain
seen the Santa standing in the rain
all and down the strip
lights come alive
and there is nothing
but papers rolled
lined gin joints
up the darkened alleyways

tunnels and funnels
the green-light gas light
we stood on the curb
watching the immaculate unfold.
dreams could never be
anymore than these.


2 thoughts on “Sundays Monday”

  1. I’m certainly liking the fact you shared it on a Thursday! I think your borg image gets into my head when ever I visit…always get a steampunk vibe going on. Really enjoyed the second stanza of this particular write, and the word play too…green-light gas light…green means go, Poet

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