spark

burning star *

the fog *

this town is dead *

that cigarette

you threw

out the window

danced in the air

i watched it fall

a red point of light

in the darkness

it hit the ground

& went off like a firework-

dying in one final

blast, one final

spark of light.

this star

is laughing

is dying

is mad

it comes & goes,

fading & shining

it passes out

on the ground

we watch our worship

come apart

& burn.

time for new gods,

time for new ceremonies.

this star

is laughing

is dying

is burning.

the fog comes

on the whim of breath

laughs & closes

doors, hangs

insane men.

the fog is here

for you

this town is dead

& darkness comes

out of the crevices

to claim the sky

moths go skipping

around lamposts

their wings opening

& closing like doors

up & down like

a drowning man

surfacing

something is coming

down the road

we hear the beginning

of something new, or the end

of something good.