Late Night Travelling

Originally written 2006-07-11, this piece has seen minimal editing, I thought this up on the last skytrain from Burnaby headed to downtown Vancouver, I was visiting my ex back when we still had our young love.

Late Night Travelling
I feel the flow of the car moving through my body
I am dragged away from paradise, I know this, I was in her arms.

I sit in a Speeding Wyrm of glass and metal watching the landscape of lights and buildings turn and flow at the command of some great deity on high. Its path is punctuated with Screeches and whines as it follows the trails that it had travelled long since dawn came this past day. This curving turning city-serpent leading me home but away from my love.

I can still Taste her on my lips, I can feel her breath at my nape, her warmth in my arms, her sweat on my skin. A cool night after a hot day, like the sun I follow my path elsewhere to hide away for a while. Her sweet taste decays on my tongue as I wish for the millionth time that I could lie with her, wake with her, be with her, even a patient man has patience tested, but will he bend or break from need?

The Dragon goes denwards, Into a tunnel of rhythmic darkness and light, Gentle voice and music bid me leave, the beast has lead me as far as it can for me to go. It leaves with a building burst of noise and air, even Dragons need to sleep sometimes. The streets are calling.

The streets are like the Dragon, surrounded by glass and metal, yet I am on the outside looking in, a mirror's reflection from the other end, Hello me, Will we walk tonight with the Hungry Ghosts?

Each Corner, each street, from every direction, we wander, the hungry ghosts. Hunger for Sex, Hunger For Food, Hunger For Love, Hunger for Booze, Hunger for Home, Hunger for Bed, Hunger for It All, Hunger for Hunger. We walk the night because we hunger, 'else we'd be sated, only the hungry walk the night as we do. each in our own directions, for any destination that will meet our needs.

Hookers, Cops, Couples, Singles, Workers Just off the Night Shift, Night Crawlers all. We all Hunger something this full moon. I know that I hunger for my bed, with my love in it.

Let me rest, not a Hungry Ghost walking the night, searching Satiation, but a living man, happy, in bed, this night.