The Night Bleeds Electric

The night bleeds electric

Spilling neon throbs which halo roving satellites

And mausoleum skies blanket plum thumb stars

Cocooning amethyst glint in marbled solemnity

Their dying fever of infinite flame

Fleeced of livewire ember and dulled to charcoal vault shade

While the rebel throated wind screams bawdy and nude

Through sorrow beaten boulevards

And hectic carnevale avenues

As her teasing cabaret legs

Cut through deaf air like sultry whispers

And the wind speaks obscured passages known only to God

Whipping her shock of dagger hair

Against starless vacancy

To frame the frisky and beguiled moon

That washes dark earth in his pulsing currents

To mirror the cityscape’s blossoming gloom.