angst cycle (iii)
[ƹ] (vi)

this time
the late evening sky
is so dark
the sticks and stones of in–between whiteness
still glowing just switched off

grey back grey
in sheets of hollywood bad news approaches
textured like a stomach ulcer feels
perhaps it was just overeating

the glowings have glowed
the evening sun
does you know

soon the textured grey
will be star hiding black
not quite
the city lights
will shine back down
their orange juice

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