Stop by the traffic lights
there is no time to go
red poppies bar your way
so don't cross the road
see the red lollipops

See death at the crossing
he smiles to beckon you across
but under his gown is death
holding on to his coat
with the poverty of wanting

The cross over is a temping thing
a rest in paradise
well I have been there
it's rather boring and not at all nice

I would rather that
that I am
somewhat human
but much more then a man


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris