the days
are fits and starts
broken words
fall from
maggoty lips
a concoction
of failed convictions
laid bare
along the blurred
delusions of a city
going by too fast
spinning in place

the evenings
succumb to stillness
fevered wishes
in hushed apparel
a fashion show
of sundered reticence
bedazzled in
rhinestones of hope
catch the flashing
red lights of
circling planes
as loneliness
trumpets a sad
warbling tune

they blend together
a frothy stew of
entangled disillusion
empty cupboards
reflect the soul of
this insistent gray
blunt dismissals
and hollow prayers
in fervent whispers
a pile of clothing
in the shape of a man
slowly fade away