untitled #4006

jfs5-10-10jfs5-10-10 Posts: 326
edited April 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
In his mind a complex.
A series of floors all locked doors.
Every now and then finds a key.
Moving forward but knowing he won't be free.
Stares out every night into the city.
Success a mystery.
Always something different he's craving.
His voice echoes endlessly alone in the halls.

They say he disappeared for 20 years and returned.
Escaped and made a straight shot for the highway.
Screaming 'later days!'
<b>Your light's reflected now,... reflected from afar...
We were but stones,... your light made us stars</b>

Buffalo 5-10-10...First PJ show..Life changing..magical..
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