the apartment shuddered
as thunder rumbled across
the filthy city filled
to the brim with heartshatter
a shifting landscape where
huddled masses yearning
simply to be seen
slowly trundle out into
the autumnal baptism
washing away the scars
where summer singed hope
into ashes running down
the swollen gutters on
these cracked asphalt scars
connecting dire destinies
amongst concrete tombs

the sky is electric purple
a roiling sea of mystified
mist saturating these
sullen salvations in an
array of dour derisions
a revisionist revamping
rewriting dual stranded
discombobulations into
odes to washing away all
the detritus floating
downdowndown the ever
tightening spiral as it
drains the color from
a new week in damnation