Poem: The Gravel Mosquitos

A photo I took a few minutes ago while walking the dog on a rather brisk, lightly raining night and it HIT my spot, let me tell you. Alas, it’s too cloudy out tonight to see any stars where I am.

My latest original five-line poem.

The Gravel Mosquitos

i wander into the night, stumbling upon black pavement
gravel eating into my skin like lifeless mosquitos
and look up; stars bite through the city lights, the smog,
demanding to be seen, to be heard, through drunken ears,
“We’re all dead up here.”

And as sometimes is the case, I like to offer what I was listening to while crafting my latest poem:

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