the sparrows
are talkative
this morning
calling out
the tired sun
as the chalk dust
sliver of silver
lunacy watches
in fading disdain

i feel
untethered
hovering
over this
concrete
spectacle
tracing
asphaltveins
to the
diseasedheart
where hope
slowlylayers
arterialplaque
building up
backpressure
until
the entire
organism
pops

all i want
is to go back
to bed
holding the
surrogate
pillow close
where
inthemoment
beforefully
falling asleep
the loneliness
isafadingache