The night is alive
A cicada symphony
cut with speeding cars

Lightening flashes through
burns a wild, erratic fuse
the stars are scrubbed clean

I should walk a mile
on another man’s egg shells
before I can crack

If I drew a blank
then how could it still be blank?
I got nothing here

Soaked in summer sweat
can memories leave the skin
just as easily?

Fireflies flit and dance
a slow, cautious teletype
erased as it’s made

Oh, late-night TV
robots eating my fast food
this is what I see