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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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