the sun sleeps
sweet blasphemer
nestled beneath
the dark horizon
far from the dead
eyed glare of
divinity cast in
tepid boredom lost
among light pollution
in a settling of
orange hued smog
a blanket tucking
the sleepy city in
with carbon monoxide
flavored kisses and
a hint of eternity
in whispered odes
to happily chasing
after the dreams
which want nothing
to do with dreamers