burgid night cried out silently and
neon burns my burns out violently
but quietly, my night will bleed,
and bleed it will most humbly
but crumbling, my summerling,
the road i walk until morning
is sordidly my foreign wing
the darkness holds me motherly
auto lights out all these nights
and whispered might and slithered sight
concrete bench is sticks the light
for crying, blinding legal rights
as puddle splash dog wish a bite
success rate of the anchor kite
the cats corner, crank violent flight
the mind turns on a pleasant slight
the bubbles in the drunkards drink
spilled forward from his death to link
the thoughts are for time to think
the blacknesses golden armor chinks
the nights is young, but dead time kink
all singular; is but a wink
cried brilliant stars, blue yellow pink
my ship has sailed, and sailed to sink