thedarkwardenChant of Fluorescent Streetlights
The bone brittle light
of old streetlights,
your half-burnt bulbs
sputtering blue death.
I’m comforted by the
constancy of loneliness
inflicted on me by
your incessant flickers.
Please, slay the day star
oh god of false light:
your phosphors are
still a pretense to me.
Your mission as always
has been to mock the
gentle moonlight and
the sun’s fulsome gaze!