Urban verse.

Lights - Sony DSC W120

Obscurity

I sit slouched over at the desk
staring at my garbled rag, my vision fading
screen barring
the opalescent prison is sunless.

My eyes divert to tubes aglow
blinded by the emanant rhythm.
My sight swirls
millions of fractals throb in disillusionment
free of quiet chaos.

I see you, like all the rest
complacent and docile
you clear your throat
speaking the absurd and hurtful
nothing is off limits.

I stand up, plod across the filthy tile
sinking in the snow
taking myself for granted.

You cross my path, barricade my plans
freeze my tracks, like some competition,
then rumble on a little.

The lights are bright, I'm barely here
goodnight.

Jarrett