heat flow

tonight’s low piss yellow sky
colored the halogen of this city’s lights
pictures of her face glowing in my cell phone
her blue eyes colored the sky of my dreams
my fraught dreams like sepultura playing at a crowded bar
fast and furious but no one’s listening
and i’m reaching for your hand
but both your hands are busy gripping
your identity your job your facebook page
and i was busy clinging to a moment in the sky