innocent starlight
trickles in fits and starts
against the gaping jaws
of dawn yawning miserably
over dreams where
concrete and rust
oversaturate fell horizons
the chimes
along with the sparrows
seem hesitant
in nascent plumes of
high pollution discharges
air thick with voluminous
tidings of litter and pollen
cars speed by in faint sputters
unconcerned with the lost souls
stretching as coffee brews
a hazy transcendental state
where the promises
whispered in velvety darkness
are exposed to the harsh
rays of solar radiation
pale bellies blistered
by the cyclical reciprocation
of the emptiness within
suffocating in the nothingness
percolating among
the dots of dying starlight