flashlight

the early setting sun
illumines evry particle
polluting my breath.
and the windo is so grimy
a glass fog over the sun
so all i can make out is
the pale orange glaze.
im holding my hand up
to the windo
so the lite catches
evry hair, wrinkle, scar
and glows thru my fingertips
like burnd out transparencies
glowing red and pink and yello.
it wil set soon and the
grey moon will attempt
to set me on fire like this
but only ignite my veins
dark blu under my
skin moonwite.
11-5-04