Late night, Duke Street
the wet cobblestones shine and sparkle, bubble and squeak; and the dense fog rolls in
the clock tower chimes twelve
And it’s Zero for Zooz
Westminster.
Late night, Duke Street
the gauzy moon bleeds and drips, gaslights burn
and gossamer sheets of a hazy white sift through
the inimical clouds of night
the clock tower chimes three
And it’s Zero for Zooz
Westminster . . .
Sunrise, Duke Street
a languid sun cracks itself open and splashes some invisible and distant horizon with
salmon pinks, royal purples and bright orange crush
the clouds of night rest just beneath the hush of dawn
and the clock tower chimes in crystal silence
And it’s Zero for Zooz
and Westminster waits . . .
~m
purefnevyl
March 31, 2008 at 9:32 pm
‘Inimical’, now that’s a word that you don’t hear every day. You paint masterpieces with words, my friend.
anonymum
April 01, 2008 at 6:32 am
I feel like I’m standing there…you do this to me all the time!
Never ceases to amaze me what you can do with words ~m…never….someone else we both know does the same…
Amazing….
Pam
April 01, 2008 at 7:08 am
Very nice! I like it.
krkbaker
April 01, 2008 at 8:06 am
Great visuals. I love the comparison of the same place at different intervals of time. Very cool and great pic. Love that pic. kim
spasmicallyperfect
April 01, 2008 at 8:35 am
Last night, Duke street.
I was there.
Lolly
April 01, 2008 at 8:58 am
Who’s Zooz?
mrsvierkant
April 01, 2008 at 9:12 am
Wow… amazing.
nursemyra
April 01, 2008 at 3:26 pm
great photo. did you take it?
Grimm
April 02, 2008 at 1:03 am
Is it as easy for you as it seems?
Another great piece, man. I am stunned.
That and I have no clue what inimical was…
whyvonne
April 02, 2008 at 6:08 am
wonderful, as usual.
you and stephen king, always sending me to the #*@&-ing dictionary!
Lolly
April 02, 2008 at 10:26 am
Talking about words, I hear ‘inimical’ quite often, but I couldn’t tell you right off what it means. Authors – I’m almost finished reading Pat Conroy’s “Prince of Tides” and pretty much every other page has a word I’ve never heard of. But it hasn’t dampened my desire to finish the book. I’ll look up the words the next time I read it!
And now that i’ve looked up palindrome, doppelganger, and inimical, I still don’t understand your poem, ~m. But it is interesting.
writerchick
April 02, 2008 at 6:19 pm
Noice… reminds me of prohibition, good jazz and some basic naughtiness.
WC
whythulc
April 02, 2008 at 10:35 pm
Your pieces are vivid and powerful.
“the gauzy moon bleeds and drips”
Inifinitely poignant all the way through.
It’s a piece that makes me want to read it over and over again, because with each read the words grow stronger and truer in my mind’s eye.
Lumpy
April 03, 2008 at 3:00 am
What a beautiful image you’ve created in my mind!
archiearchive FCD
April 04, 2008 at 9:13 am
And in the light of day the magic diffuses yet images of Duke St, between the days, will stay with me. Zooz is mutable, reader to reader, and to me remains a half-sensed wraith. I wish you wouldn’t do this to me. I see so much, and inspired so much, by your work.