morning paper blues

new york city sits empty

in a crumbled ruin lie.

a civilization escaped from a violation

of the import/export of invasion

*

under a full moon light

the unfortunate timing

of a great lake drought,

now brought a lighthouse to failure.

*

from the train station downtown

the departure of romance

vanished and was never seen again.

but the tears from pain stayed in town.

*

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

*

the blind face in the window

draws the curtain to an evading public.

written in blood on the surface was help,

but all that was read was encumbrance.

yet, found there on the cold tile floor

was the baby cut away,  nevermore.

*

in a world,  where creation was,

now sees only self outlasting solidarity,

charity is now done in flash and facade.

give yourself a hearty pat on the back.

*

a montana sky, open and bright,

now gets drawn in by towering metal devices.

native rocks disappear

with the roam of the buffalo.

*

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

 

when morning lost her sunrise

time was forever left in obscurity.

 

 

c. 2014  bgw

morning paper blues (passage)

“when morning lost her sunrise,  time was forever left in obscurity” 

 – bradford graham west

from “morning paper blues”

 

 

 

c. 2014