Fresh cut lemons and blotched ink stains,
The scent of midnights intoxicate
Dormant souls from slumbering graves,
A transient solitude looms overhead.

The rusted coins clink in the jukebox,
My mind overpowered by delirium tremens.
The diners turn to torso dummies,
The cutlery to ricocheting lead.

Will we meet again as strangers,
On chaotic middays or tacit twilights?
Will the crossroads sigh in disbelief,
As we avert our aching eyes?

A treble cuts through the fog,
My vision adorned with dancing hues.
Residual rebellion leaks out the slain,
Scarlet the price of unpaid dues

Fables writ over autumn leaves,
Dipped in shades of deceit.
I still see your phantom footprints,
Follow mine on these lonely streets.

Walking the plank on this no-man's-land,
Brethren repose in shelled trenches.
A chaotic stillness under Molotov skies,
Housing empty cars and vandalized benches.

Tripping yet holding steady,
As we trapeze on these crossbeams.
Wash away our woes in the torrent,
That haunts a midsummer night's dream.

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