the Midnight

here i am
like midnight
but twice as bright
implacable like
darkness DONE come to life
like
I'm two a.m. in brogans and ready to fight
or pretzel olive stained

angels
all night

...or 'till I can't breathe right

eyes bright and shining and my smile just might
be mistaken for the HOLY light 

of
galaxies being born 

in the depths of this gifted soul
on the verge of on the precipice, poised on the brink
...aint I supposed to think!?
mind blown
rash decisions, bad collisions
two parts divinity times cataclysm
midnight puttin’ boots to woe
smashing foes
goin’ outta my way to find
words, hues and flows
and doing shows
like shattered hopes living low in the valley of broken dreams
them broken things
thronging your head like a lidocane dream
another sign to you of the end of all things
you can choke on your corporation schemes
or make worlds with words
easier than shootin’ gifts and flows

hands bleed from the work i do.
eyes bleed from the view
mind reels from the utter asininities
of 

…technophile society
hell with a company dream when your vision is real
realer than cold fingers in a freon breeze
-or hurricane mangled trees
the unjust seem blessed in absurd degrees
but the night like me …be
on the verge of brighter things
then comes the dawn.