NIGHT
Discarded garbage and trash
Parts of unwanted newspapers,
volumes of wasted time,
Float and twirl in the great gray road.
Street lights burn yellow circles in the grass.
Cars drive by, one at a time, separated,
numbered by the distance of dawn.

I listen, drifting, from inside my shrinking corporality,
My existence becoming
Less and less defined.

Street lights wander where they shouldn’t,
and engines blur, fake and empty.
Their silence echoes.
A single siren,
the last extension of the conscious world,
falls, screaming, and shatters into
the stifling haze.

The buzz of the dark
And the claws of the night
Coat my senses and smother my consciousness...

 
DREAM
Am overwhelmed by her glorious presence
Her laughing propinquity
Draws nearer to
But cannot see

Something Is
Undefined, Smashing her away from --
And she is distant,
Gone...

 
DAYBREAK
The unaccountable Black
Is bleached and neutralized
By the stirring city.
The sun, like a rotating lighthouse beam,
Turns in toward me again.
It glares and advances
invading the road, the corner and the park.
It shrivels the dew, highlighting each drying blade,
And covers the neighborhood, waking
Leaking Westward.

It forces all of the outcast people
Back into Uniform Reality once again,
Plundering their already--distant--memories
Of what made them so.
I hear the slams and roars and squeals
of those already familiar with the New Day.