exterior summer night streets city unwelcomely cast with blighted solution an abrasive wash on the senses like an orange filter of muted television static everything is one lit shade budged shy of a reality
streets city pried between the housings the baked on drain spoilage munched under my tread dwelling units weigh loud down above me
beat in silence no one alights balconies a clustered population bulk no one shares light in this building and no one is known to their neighbour
anxious of their fellows they coil around their trusted genitalia soundly and despise
i draw in a new day ; CockCrow a spirit substance to devil in character pulled from the world surround picked and plied of its madder details doing others a favour leaving the easy-to-manage material
i am mastered by these firing elements
orbited i take on a particularly creative project with uninhibited frothing
grateful to the grave I plank right out my bed a cross pounded foundation of maul emotion fast out kipping not in keeping a widowing and not a kingdom milling out gawping a fish mug tourists chugging at the gallows dread heaves ugging repulsions my sleep is a gagging panic
livers of the hours the minutes are a live toil difficult digestions the sour beat n' breath a particle flecked arena
this slumber is harmful charge (a battery matter) capable of a faulty reversal of surge depleting sleep not a springtime emergence ejected from the unconscious