a streetlight flickers as above it the stars flicker, too and below it someone's bic lighter flickers. he flings a cigarette **** into the storm drain. whoever lives in the sewers must feel awfully lonely right now. someone's headlight is out: an illegal asymmetry, a trick enforced by the galleons of punk photons, defined by waves (or particles) to ride upon like the waves of sound that travel back and forth between two angry motorists just laid off from work. a new cigarette is pulled. what is this man blowing away from his self and out towards the maybeinfinite undying universe of unbearable light sprinkling on him like rain that suddenly hits a warm hornet-infested day?