Candy Stripe Dreams - 4: It could be dusk, it could be dawn by Ramonez It could be dusk, it could be dawn; the sky’s the same old colour of smog, here and there dark clouds pull faces – they make silver-lipped yawns. It could be dusk, it could be dawn; factory towers smash the skyline (badly assembled limbs of smashed stick figures) – they smoke and scorn. It could be dusk, it could be dawn; the breeze carries a fresh taste of motor oil, dirty rainbows pirouette on airstreams that taste like burnt popcorn. It could be dusk, it could be dawn; nobody’s got time to smile anymore, permanent bowties between our eyes, souls truly worn. Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 01-Nov-2009