Alex Bex

A hum in the red sky
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The vast exalted sky
blasting through the tight tainted venues
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He visits gangs in the meadow.


From crumbling shelters
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In late year retrospect,

half night suggests,
beyond Darlington junction,
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Bayou,
a vague haven
where the sky trembles
when howls the shadow man.
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The Canal bares its emerald scales in the pale leftovers of the day.


By the waterside the Faubourg rooftop, sharp mansard shadow against the dusk, shelters the spreading crowd,
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​A dark sun
at its highest peak

pounds at the wake
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The season finally slumps

and in the tender light behind the pane,
tired glances over swirling glasses-
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Here by night,
the sky shines in ghostly ways-
gray veils slither high,
cover up the city
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​By the window,
a child wakes from the light.
Stirring on his mattress,
he watches the walls of his room
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'Dusk green field,
young fog pulses in lamp post light.'
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'Over the rows of yellow pine trees
and sharp grass hills, silhouettes form
in the shallow clouds; Ancient shades
guard the land.'
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Over the dusty valley
in the deep shaded sun
shining like pale gold,
the hills slowly grow;
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The last boats of the evening
whistle secretly across the silver nightwaters
like some lonesome lingering men
expecting their daily last-minute pleasure.
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These kids celebrate the life
of the dead street pigeon.
Dark streams down their brown faces,
they intone their private lamentation-
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Cars speeding down the intersection
splash gold in the headlights,
every time,
glowing droplets against the dark
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Echoes of long sirens
fade in hushed apartments;

familiar passersby
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Only for an instant
can you witness the parting
of the mist over the ocean.
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A sparkle from afar
over the black ocean line,
and grows bigger
at every wet step.
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She tells me about the night that's young
but it's been dark for a while and appears
almost yellow and the objects in her room
are too distinguishable yet so different
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