Black Leather Days

In a time that knew no clock
Was a bar as dark as midnight
Where my uniform of sable
Made me one shadow more

As upon a tilted stage
A band of faint phantoms
Played anthems that seemed
Deliberately out of tune

While the walls carried posters
For concerts by children
That one by one went missing
Never to be found

And sometimes a stranger
Would enter and discover
A language being spoken
They could not understand

Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.

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