Sixth

Having Most Headaches Muted When Arriving Home

 

Everything's cast in a new light
Remade for the day
Which is
As yet
A mere beginning
All ecstatic purples and violent reds low in the sky

Trees could be cut-outs
In a paper theatre
And endless graffiti
Is seen by these sleep-robbed eyes as the high-resolution lettering of some harebrained litany
Spread miles thin round these city-circling tracks

Upon arrival
Tiny rabbits chase one another in the deserted park