Asphalt Instant

Word after word spilling churning exploding through parked cars running falling laughing at nothing never knowing the certainty of normal spitting pompous people slipping around like oil dazed and confused and utterly boring there is no hope for them they reflect in puddles perfect little images never changing or flowing like the rainbows of toxins created by cars and chemicals leaked into the street creating artificial and meaningless uncontainable beauty.

Pink and white jets a hail of blossoms twirl in the rising wind, the storm, disregarding of elemental beauty plucks the petals into the air thunder clouds billow, thickening menacing the lone flower tree cyclones of colour contrast the grey and at the mercy of the perfect storm

here comes the rain.

When finally lamps go out, threads of light outside the window panes Lucid beauty in dreams of smoke there is only sleep, adventures speeding swerving little hands and coffee spliffs convey my days have gone amiss though this is what the hour does to those who leave the minute's touch and those who sacrifice the second's rush to live forever in the instant