the words sing
but warbled against
the veil of apathy
simmering in a
pharmacy parking lot
with a view of
a pollution laden
dingy skyline where
all i see are souls
screaming dissent
in concrete tombs

i prefer the days
where the colors seem
slightly too vibrant
compared to when it
all feels washed out

today i bleed
monochromatically
in arterial sprays
of onyx against
the puerile silver
my voice just static
reverberated off of
the planes circling
sharks sensing a
feast of foolishness
floundering faintly
in a riptide roaring
to cleanse the filth
marring tomorrow’s
already faded luster