a poem I wrote today

Untitled, by E.D. Kain


the soft dark of the street
and someone playing Doors covers
loud across the hushed-blue

i remember a sky of pinwheeling
stars, nightflowers blooming,

air and earth.
cold asphalt and bass guitar.
warm beer and a cigarette.

a woman’s voice singing
five to one, baby, one in five
noone get’s out of here

alive. if i could replace
this tangle of thoughts and wires
with a warm glow
i’d burn my burdened self

to the ground.

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