open wide calm blue skies
of torpid clouds and dampened heat
and fluorescent lights that dim and blink
dilated and watching like wide blue eyes.
i am low and far beneath the dullish glow
of a tepid breeze that warms you with its breath
and fades away to a stagnant death
as all around the steaming acrid waters come and go
and bend, and shift, and flow.
this day is like the humble song of ill-tuned voices
who sing in scattered turns like broken lyres
twanging out the sound of scattered ill-made choices.