Tuesday, June 02, 2015

Around 3 AM

Around 3 AM in some
midnight of the soul
where distant sirens wail
like banshees at the door
and night burns into
colors like rust
beneath the flickering
vapors of sodium lights
that reduces the moon
to a tin shadow
made small against
the angles of mismatched
roofs until it fades into
the smog of yesterday's
last bad scene.