Street Serenade (Afterglow) by Wayne Russell

I walk upon these
dilapidated streets,
rose petals once red,
now black as starless
night.

Booze and blood flow,
into the sewers, along
with a myriad of dreams.

Windows shutter in the
looming red brick buildings
and halfway houses,
afterglow.

Reverberate, I can see the
heartache, I can taste the
tears, a smoky cat strolls
down by the railroad tracks.

There’s no way out, from
this small town, hallucination;
we are all trapped here, for all
eternity.  






Wayne Russell is a creative writer and amateur photographer from Tampa, Florida. Wayne's work has been published in The Literary Hatchet, Black Poppy Review, PPP Ezine, and his own Degenerate Literature, which has sadly and recently gone into temporary hiatus.