this night is creeping upon me
or, the sun is dropping below
it’s horizon
and the lack-of-light is
enveloping me
and i like it, to be honest
i really like it alot

my veins are now burnt
out black snake fireworks
the blood
crawls through them apathetically
the black tubes falling
where they may based upon the
original flame that birthed them,
no intent on anything

this night is creeping upon me
and the heat is leaving the
air and
in turn
drying out my skin
and i am lying on the pavement
as the children walk back
inside
and i like it, really,
to be honest.