At dawn I watched

At dawn I watched a smog smoked sun
drag its lead slugged rays across my face
and linger astonished on opened lids.

Because who the hell bears witness
to 5 am rise on a Saturday morning,
but us drunk and deranged?

We who traded chronos for kairos
when perception changed

on whether stars rise
or horizons sink, thoughts
that only the truly intoxicated
think.

You don't care for spectacles like that, you clutch the last empty red swill bottle and curl up in the shade of me. I wish there was a way to sleep, but I hear your breath, I hear your breath, I hear too much to ever let inertia in, I lose, you win, so in the end I win, in the end I just might shut dawn out, shut down, fade out. But you don’t care for spectacles like that, I pain to sleep, you just do.

At dawn I watched a smog smoked sun,
set fire to autumn blazed ash,
almost by routine, a non-sequitir notion...

             I might as well spray
             hue on them leaves,
             since I'm in the hood,
             and in the mood.

At dawn I watched a smog smoked sun
burn

a hole in my resistance,
and sweet blackness
poured in.