Desolations Boulevard Ii

a bar door is ajar, only fading voices echo into the void, from nowhere...and afar! Here n there, trash drifts ghosts in flickering neon. Broken, floating, bloated dead down eons halls a last of white. Crimson taillights roar along an empty blacktop... Ruins of ages-lost buildings hang together like frozen corpses looking into desolation‘s aftermath. This boulevard is desolate n oblique as enigmatic engines park n die on this macadam late at night. Carriages lurch, coughs, wheeze electric spark, circuits churn something burns. ...unmoored from the known. Something in death throes as hollow oblong boxes glide shakily to a halt. A vehicle, an unknown thing, a machine of divine madness silhouetted against the falling ash of sky. The smell of burning rubber a stench of ozone, the cry of the void. Drift along a wind-swept boulevard as streetlights wink on while headlights die in empty skull sockets, lie... A white filigreed smoke drifts as it stalls and hums sputters and dies. A drifting murmur of voices drift whispers of lives lived out swift... Eyes reflect and dance in the darkness over a vacant steering wheel! Light flickers briefly under the hood deep deathly hums fade. Only the tick of a cooling engine echos into the frosty air. As shadows puddle in endless despair something stands at the end... ...of desolations boulevard!