せかい。

五

8:22PM ; SWEET DREAMS

一

LOOK AT THOSE CITY LIGHTS,
shining a silver lustre upon
sullen eyes

they sing patterns of
fogged breaths along
skyscrapers,
bowing down below
with humble luminosity
and grazed knees

snap
(like a spotlight)
they're on him

pinpointing their
silvery expression for the
world to see.
golden light and silver smiles entwine under the heavens–

that's what the lights
do to you

late beneath the moon;
the same ones above
the speckled sky that
never think to kiss the lids
of young stars goodnight

lamp posts whisper
bedtime stories to
street signs,
ensuring that the gold spots
dancing in his eyes are
accompanied by words
too sporadic for his
tired gazes

the city sleeps in a bed of blue at night (tucked in by those awoken when the world is dark)

neon lights burnishing
a cyan glow leave
blue quivering along
his bottom lip,
like teardrops tearing
free from the clouds,
seeping into his bones until
rainwater teeters along his veins

he pretends it's
gunfire illuminating blood,
igniting a light brighter than
the sparkling glance of
the street lights

here–
he isn't a boy,
he isn't just another boulevard
to be visited for awhile

to the incandescent warmth
from above,
he is a goddamn city

and somewhere beyond
the sleeping walls,
someone lays awake
wanting to make his
azure skyline
their home