16 Apr 2016 – Midnight Coast

Born here on the midnight coast,
neon drowns the fireflies.
No one here has seen the stars
where carrots hang from lamp posts.

Some infernal, smokey skill
knows just how high to hang them
so that every heart combusts
and burns off all contentment.

Higher!” “Higher!” hawkers scream,
as if men had no limits.
Come, let’s take a walk, my friend,
and introduce ourselves to stars.