Crossing Streets
Crisscrossing streets in a city landscape
a place where the mind panics
wanting to be found
or to find, or not be lost within.
Every doorway is well lit yet barred and locked.
This is my dream body, it is chasing its twilit shadow
down blind alleyways
pausing only to heave breathlessly
as it comes to a stop
in yet another walled-off cul-de-sac.
Daylight couples slyly with moonlight,
it forms a vaporous union that creeps under my skin,
I am two hands and a mouth (not my own yet)
scratching upon a lid of fear.
Why record such fantasies?
Why relive the minor horrors, the needling angst
of subconscious ghost trains - images
that fly through darkling places.
Perhaps only to share an illusive puzzle-picture
to reach into other sequestered minds
that just may experience the same
other-worldly hinterland
and there know we are crisscrossing
the same unidentifiable cityscape.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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