redheadedleague

Walking home late the other night, I had this weird, urban Lewis Carroll moment. This is what came out of it:

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The red-eyed clock reads half past one
I slip away and out the door
Without a word for I have none
Worth waking sleeping strangers for
No, better that I disappear.

I find my way down creaking stairs
Onto the cold and narrow streets
Where wizened merchants sell their wares
And a gold banner brightly greets
The approaching Chinese New Year.

The shops are dark, the sidewalks bare
No bent old women shuffling 'round
No tourists gawking unaware
My footfalls are the only sound
It strikes me as a little queer.

I have the sense that I'm walking
Into a sort of shadow land
Where phantoms spend their nights stalking
With hungry eyes and outstretched hands
But I don't care. I have no fear.

I'm in the world of in-between
Forgotten branch, a wayward stem
Its denizens are seldom seen
I think that I am one of them.
I think I am quite happy here.