nocturnal interruption

during daylight i dance with distraction. these nocturnal interceptions leave me confused. sandwiched between mattresses, eyes fluttering, mind racing. i am suspended in the hours before dawn.

peace is a ciggerette under an empty streetlight. a slow steady conversation with the stars. all aspects merge into an urgent indifference. anticipation is a hungry beast. i keep it on a tight leash. feed it with scraps.

the nightscape is drained of colour.
until illuminated i will be
greyscales masking yellow
and blue.