The lids on streetlights peel back
To reveal row upon row of bulging black bird eye
All gorged out toward you like exotic zoo snakes
Heaped up on fiberglass rocks
Fat with farmed rats coaxed down their throat

Below them, in their brights
Tilt finished arrows beached up on thin tin signs
And where its corrugated stem injects into cement
There is a deep fried breastbone
Popping hard, half ate on a rich red curb

All at once, this moment has no mercy
On your color find eye's
Stole blues version of Oakland
As you make for thin ice on your
You on you, violent night

The next morning everything begins again over a walk
Past a few balloons tied to a lovesick car salesman's wrist
You press on a soft bicycle wheel chained up
Behind a savage looking pair of woman's dress shoes
Abandoned to the left of a tire tread pressed dead pigeon
Lain askew in more rich rose colored gutter

There, there
Temperature taking your skin
Tinged city wind catching air
On your pleasantly imperfect
And c-section shaped skull

For once forget you're headed to the mailbox
To drop more finished bills down to its gut
Even though for all you know
That's about as far as those things ever go

As sad as it is so
Kids today will never wear the perfect cape of clean air
Nor one true brand new brazier of sheer luck

Or does someone out there still expect that...
The way a moth gives freely of itself unto the bulb.

They will not learn their lesson
From a teachers copy of a blackened lung
Hung in the classroom on the coat rack
Or left dripping in the closet during math
Minutes passing nor from a nice new globe
Made of gold, cast in the shape of a half eaten apple

Not until the sun is on a stick
The moon hung on a hook

Desperate times call for step by step
Schematics of the human dive

The end

One mile of week and will later

A sunset interjects
Donating the kind of red you only see in stores
Affording yourself a bit more reality
Some singular mood polarity

If you could, you'd have a close friend
Drive you off into the sinking pinks