Week One of Thirds

[aaron]

I'd better get used
to this dark
day murdered
before we even met

descending stars
will the rain clear
there's no clouds
the sun set
minutes ago---Just hours

after I woke
upside down, dormant
waiting for the world to stop.
Then I'll make my move

Grey steel clang!
specifically shaped
various shades of grey
fork-trucks fly by
yellow guard rails

midnight, mundane
country music radio
malicious sadness
blasting three times a night

Long two A.M. eylid sandwich
sputtering infomercial highlights
an otherwise silent room
bad reception, unpaid bills

the final five o'clock
stretch, rush to finish
slowly dragging silence
too tired to articulate

Whistle blows loud
like a train out of track
Drive home-----Surreal
safety vest sunset rise
swallowed by
deep blue abyss of sky

once again eyelids
heavy as bricks
gaze upon love
above blood red tail lights

Colors, elegant as steel rippling
caressing the pavement
purple paint cracks and peels
coloring the dull brown corn field

Glass sparkle explosions fill the
air red spat on the steering wheel
and silence----------

upside down,----dormant
waiting for my world to stop.