Midnight and the lights are fading
On, and the streets are coming to life
In the inconsistency of footsteps expending
Sidewalk cracks. We stop to let the pizza delivery
Truck take an illegal turn across intersections laden
With clients of ravenous digestion
(Flower beds asunder under burning rubber
Timetables) while the ambulance crashes
Into stop signs, blinded by the headlight procession
Of strangers stopping to feed consumption.
And the school bus waits at the corner
Of Second and Main for a safe way onto highways,
But it’s an absurdity of form to believe
In fairytales. Now numbers faded in yellow stream
Past, once destinations now just realizations
Of a foreboding termination of system
Circles - incongruent charades of understanding.
Building picturesque statutes
Of quietude and hush
(Simple structure and distinct constitution shaping
Mouths for uttering silence), as fingers find
Ways to point out all the simplicity of irony
And the mistake is in the composition, not the form.
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