Feet speckled the sidewalk. Faces gurgled through windows. Passing cars gum rubber streaks. Neon plants swim like green seaweed to a deep rhythm of blues. Red thyroid sunsets, flame in speckled chemistry.
Pipes run off dark tubes.
Erase into marks that pour the dye of darkness. Crystal comes together as silent as ink. I don't think I could let it go. A straw hat squeaked on the brim of a feather. Newsprint thumbed through nicotine fingers, a dark olive was turned on.