I am only a draft
I am not meant to feel this cold
I am not black
I am not white
I am made of my colorful mistakes and typos
I am sorry you feel the need
to delete me and start over

no shinning light

ambulances and cop cars and nightmares
concrete and ashes 

streets too dead for dreaming

the abandon buildings
like tombstones waiting


as night edges prison walls
in the vanishing landscape

we were kings of the neon sky


and when the bars close
through puddles of lost tomorrows
running every red light
on main street

in a sun turned black as night


we were the kings of the neon sky