As the Bats Fly

“AS THE BATS FLY” the shy, gentle and intelligent bats fly outside my mind like bicycles ride outside. the bats fly without a sound, flying through the darkness of my solitude. the bats fly through tears and the pain and the sickness the world has given me. some call this heartache, others call it experience. the bats fly so I no longer run. the bats fly through the arms of a clock and their radiance calls to me more each time. the bats fly through the sky in another city, they hold the very importance that keeps me watching for them in mine. the bats fly with an elegance far greater than those of my past and yet, I’ve only been inside the ambiance from a distance. the bats fly and continue to circle my brain, keeping everything inside this silent admiration. the bats fly on the skin of a female I know, one I’ve had in the nightmares of my dreams. the bats stay on the skin of a female I know, their very placement power the wires of my existence. By: Chicano Eddie 9-21-2016