I smell decay in the rays of the sun
the light stinks
like some I can't mention.
I have become numb to the
death of this star.

Remember Supercar?
Troy Tempest?
I messed with him once a
long time ago
on a Saturday morning
matinee show.

The Bowery boys on the
East side of poise making
such noise,
all in decay
fading away
like me.