The black lights
Of the night
In cream colored
Of black white
Monochrome
Of a lost life
The streetlights
Seem more morose
Than the lamps
Accompanying the front
Of cars and bikes
In the opposite lane
Keeping their lights
In the high line
The lowlands
remind me of the
The lopsided
looks
Of the passer-bys
Coming
To look at us
Lonely souls