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.