Blue Collar/Pink Sky

This fever 

like a sunset

has got you 

cold again

whispering 

every word 

of nonsense

to the silent 

streets and 
pavement 
sideshow cemeteries 

echoing the 

ghosts in 

sideways alleys 

where the sun 

beneath the city

meets the world

and all its broken 

useless 

fire escapes

that empty 

into the dumpsters

where legacies 

bathe in the 

sour rain 

as we rub 

our sleepy eyes

and go to work