Twilight
The twilight sky is fuzzy from the heat
gathering up the wavy emissions of cars
chasing the mirage at the end of the highway
The graininess of the polluted world
makes it to look
like the old Spider-Man cartoons
the saturated, technicolor world
hums a goodnight hymn to the sun
like single keys softly depressed on a piano
the decrescendo to another summertime adagio,
pink purple blue gray
each pours out its diluted blood to the next
till it’s dry and black
every gradient accounted for
invisible to the naked eye
all mysteries put to bed…
…with a promise to return
less clear tomorrow…
The lone skyscraper across the highway
shows different rooms alit with the glow of tv’s,
the outline of the light, I swear to you
as God fills the sky with Rorschach clouds,
looks like the backside of a man embraced
and there above, the dim amber glow of a passing plane,
no greater than an ant and less complex,
takes a slow tour of this small planet,
the caution lights of cranes and cell towers
a blinking guide
not toward any destination,
not a signal of where to go
no one knows,
but a lackluster certainty,
some places there is no need to land
to learn a lesson…
There’s an inhuman grace
to the earth
who takes the purges of humanity
and, in union with the setting sun
as blush to her pale cheeks,
still decides to go out
with an elegant glow
…now the night is fully awake
an atmospheric synth builds
on the lower street
cars race faster, louder, meaner
the clubs fill
let’s forget it all
