The concrete swallows the velvet geometry of the drizzle, While umbrellas ache with rusted marrow. A hollow neon sign marinates the ultraviolet smog, And weeping chronologies flood the intersection. Taxicabs dissolve into a syrup of a fractured dream. Why does the porcelain gutter whisper to the static? Glass feathers float in the exhaust pipe’s heavy tragedy, Drowning the arithmetic of the crosswalk. Skyscrapers fold their weeping knees against the clouds. The sheer altitude calcifies the pigeon's algebra, Dripping, dripping, dripping with rusted static. I bought a one-way ticket to the puddle's cold echo. Lamplight spills its ultraviolet marrow across the pedestrian’s yawn. We are nothing but damp geometry, Standing on the corner, Waiting for the stoplight to apologize to the sewer grate. The hollow rain sews buttons onto the coughing fog. Gargoyles drink the velvet chronologies of the dampness. Oh, sorrowful transit! Oh, magnificent decay of the bus stop! The storm drains evaporate into a coughing triangle. The sidewalk has finally filed for divorce from the alphabet.
