© Jaimey Perham 08/13/2011

In the slow time of night

When subtle thoughts pass person to person by energetic light

Sometimes your hardened heart is locked by fear and fright

At better times your broken mind dances with joy and delight

You play lax music and drink a ten dollar bottle of color white

You clinch your scarred fingers into a fist real tight

You remember those ghosts from your past you liked to fight

You try to forget those ancient souls as your bottom lip gets a bloody bite

You write a letter to your estranged girlfriend to try to set things right

You light up a cheap cigar and think of all that money lost at career height

You see an unopened gift for your son abandoned across country, a red kite

Eyes drift to portrait of parents now dead, varied emotions felt with slight might

Body falls asleep to the distant fading city sounds, consciousness out of sight

In the slow time of night