rainstorm
shooting star and no tv
broken glass
daylight to dusk
let it be.

i lit my last cigarette
in hopes of luck
dust covers remnants of remains.

i lost my faith
in you.

vast open window
of the bay type
gives away to gardens and statues
in black and white.

no where to swim.

upstairs and no sound
scrambled ants crawl the screen
murky water soaks
decrepit boards

as the scream in my mind
is muffled by memories
of once be.