all lights fucked

"all lights fucked"

the spent stars all clouded
an ugly rail station
but high-speed mutants
thought better of the god-plan

no, no lights would fuck on
the hairy amps
but there will be
explosions in the sky

a triumph blurred on edges
found lightly touched
like butterfly wings that
never left the ground

grew until it had a tail
and a tale to tell
but who would listen
who would listen indeed?

stick to what can be heard
but don't listen to much
and don't listen too much
still

March 23, 2004
Copyright J.S. LeBoeuf 2004