I sit perched upon
this empty rooftop
And this is what I see----
Disco lights spinning up a storm around me
Lightening bugs exploding with
brightness at periodic intervals
A sea of tiny balls of fire arresting the darkness of
the mini Valley Forge
Below my house that
is not a home
Resembling the evening sky
The sun disappearing beneath the horizon
faster than your love for me
Telephone poles and powerlines great for
death by electrocution
The sky changing colors
orange then pink then purple then black
Behind rows of houses which
are also not homes
T-mobile phone upon a windowsill as if
someone would actually call
Planes scraping across the runway far away
while other litter the sky with their
blinking lights
I wish to god I was on one
Trees full and blooming with leaves and flowers because
it's spring but still feels like winter
A car every so often to blind me with headlights
like pain suffocates and pulls the wool over my eyes
the wool over love
And what I see is all I get
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