The X4 Route to Bracknell
The cityscapes we wander through at night
Are foreign from the sights we see in days,
More alien. We pass a neon site
That we have never noticed in the maze
Of roads that aren’t a maze in morning hours.
Streets loom as Hallowe’en-like in the dark.
This darkness gives normality the powers
To change itself to eeriness. A park
Once just a common green becomes a black
Threat since transmogrified to something like
The coffin of an ebony shellac
Around a vampire longing for that spike.
..Familiar things hulk, hijacked by a gaunt
….God who has yet to conjure how to haunt.