this pencil staining hands with lead
fog horn of broken ship distorting perfection of ocean of tears and determination
stepping off a shuuddering bus, the exhaust pipe stinking up the air to add to the thick gray pollution and finding the piercing cracks of once beloved trees bending and breaking at the cruel hands of those "just doing their job"
that last black bulbous dot ending favorite thoughts and warm faced dreams
the grayish horizon deepening the sky full of chill hopes fresh for the taking
closer to the peach and tan scales of each finger from dry air and unhealthy lifestyles
wind also sweeps through heat-ridden landscapes of death and desolation
past the edge of a mirrored hand
clinging thorns and needles prick to bleed
cold light behind you and dark warmth ahead
controlling gentle hand on the back of neck
cold light behind you and dark warmth ahead