the barbed-wire glare
of street light night
injecting neon shards
as i fly a concrete kite
manhole mania
this alley full of trash
crucified on
a cross made out of cash
the fire-alarm stare
of the not-quite-right
the storefront stink
of a dead-bird flight
alphabet-damaged
a brain made out of smoke
slowly choking
on words i never spoke
a dumpster, a hipster
a gangster, a tramp
a monster, a trickster
a burned-out lamp
bleeding is the sky
so grey with metro sighs
asphalt-addicted
this grid is made of whys
fluorescent sunrise
traffic lights in my eyes
no more surprise
all the dark can tell is lies
a dumpster, a hipster
a gangster, a tramp
a monster, a trickster
a burned-out lamp
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