tricks of the light

this is it
america and drunk
till new morning
or old mournings
all over again

the thunder claps and tradgedies
in this world we live with death and syntax
craving these girls

in this open door light
this ink
refracts
the properties
of stars

underneath drunken gloss eyes
whole worlds envelope
dreams dissolving in dew

flashes of beauty
momentary
fireflies in the grassy, dew laiden field