boats left trailing in misted wakes. Pillars of
steel and glass snake into fog blighted highs, in
hazed airs the incessant swirl of abstracted neon
and the drift of amorphous street light.
Local drawls echo from side wind streets.
drowned out by the number 5 wail.
A red line lingers in the miasma.
A desolate back street inscribed with scribbled rainbow glyphs
enlivened only by the skitter of rat paws hustled
by cat claws. In cobble stills fermented rainwater resides
rippleless. Smoke rises from chimneys, neon flickers –
blue in green, red sequences to purple, gold blurs to black.
A car passes through, scraps fly from a back door.
Reflected in multiple miniature universes
in copy the world unfurls, and unfurls.
Lightly bathed by the delicate tumbles of sheeted rain
the surge commences as I, unsighted – an urban recluse
returns to my notepad on the cafe table, scrambling down
poems, disappearing in the azure mists of steaming tea.
First picture found here: http://www.mutualart.com/Artwork/Twilight-Time/A2E56D008AB9E045
Second picture found here: http://printingcanvas.co.uk/brooklin-back-street-p-42.html
Third picture found here: http://ppaintinga.com/paris-cafe-paintings/
Same as the Chinese style I’ve been working with, but with a different subject matter.