zones brightening
streetlamps bend and glow, giant dandelions,
a flush of white along the wet road,
cloud stretches, sunlight finds a tear,
rushes down like an obsessed fan,
blood grows, unclenches my head,
air dispenses mouth to mouth for free.
shopfronts, glossed like photos
strung together on a gaze,
colours engorge, jostle for places
in the periphery, glazed faces
make signs of life at me.
birds take chips out of the silence;
the tar taps back my soul, word for word.