online poetry

what happened to us now?

dialogue with no sense,

but sensitive as much

as a longing way home.

you drive, taking me nowhere at all

your car - oasis through the century of rain,

and the ocean of tears.

the everlasting pause,

strobe headlights vandalize the pavements,

burn out,

reproducing the morning ghosts.

pretend them running

away from the morning light,

and take me nowhere at all.

i fell asleep

in the middle of day

midst the century of tears and rain,

with hard feelings of love

when i want my beloved stay,

but what happened to us now?