On a night at 11:37

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The plastic streets

Are full of fear and neon

The ghosts of history erased

Clamber the halls of these

Our derailed dreams

Main streets motionless

Emotionless

Box after box

Horrid holes

Dusty windows filtering light

Threadbare yellow pins

Hopeless muscles move against wishes

A painter fills a cup

A writer runs a till

These senseless wakings

Broken souls shake bedlam

On a night at 11:37

The air outside cold like a freezer

The moon shivers

The trees gather around a fire

A man teeters on the edge of a porch

He looks up at the bounty of stars

And bellows to the universe

Take me!