Late april Late evening Powder blue sky Cools and fades To a neutral tone of grey No hue No reflections
Silhouettes - skeletons of steel Take shape On the horizon Iron takes the places of air Each breath tasting bitter warm Like blood
Night descending In phosphorous little drops Into my eyes Sharper than the moment My stomach tightens As in accelerating cars Or at the certainty of sex And doesn't pass
This is where the day has led me This is as far as I have come