The night tilts as the heat shifts Drilled and funneled in shafts The heathen sprawl and pawn On a tunneled road, all is caught
My city lights lifts, in stoop steeps Clouds pour out sorrowful hearts Colorific rhythms ensemble chants Palpably a wave to awaken saints
Lugubrious, prosaic,tame and lame Cushioned in dejected cartridges Ejected from alchemical cartilages Wrecked from ships, colonies in hives
Squeezed through the eye of a needle Dreams of unthinkable hearted thoughts Blinded by the bagged and oppressed sacks Hammered and pounded on a narrow middle
Dear Friend Tom, As the night shifts, embrace the shimmer of the stars.