brush your teeth on a high bridge
lower than hell in a city
eat match factories in semi-sleep
apply for the terrifying jobs
stir harsh chemicals under
dying dancefloors
in the starving night
convenience neon
lit up above the gas pump
open the frozen twilight
for the homeless who don't
fly straight, into the suns
of other hurting planets
while the solar systems
groan toward their origin openings
kitchens pouring
through sarcastic night
we jack statues off
into the thawing twilight
trashcans gossip
old towns talk to cities
in the uttering dawn