This page is endless,
it glows in the dark.
At night, streetlights
gild the pavement
as I orbit the park.
At daybreak
I steel sulky looks
at the mirror,
shunning the light
for the womb of pillows
and this endless
empty page.

The Sentinel

mapped out in digital
the glass, the trash
metal and concrete
sunlit and overgrown
suburban avenues
industrial sprawl

like a scene from a feature film
the cars, the trains
power-lines and factory smoke
stranger in an overcoat
watching out

from an overpass
making notes on the traffic flow
subtle codes in the afterglow
sentinel from a future-past
waits for the end credits roll
footnotes to apocalypse

Patrik Gryst