You have all these bright colors, art and sunshine rain after the nightfall melts into the troubled daylight, slick, amber oil puddles on the glassy asphalt, an unthinkable beauty, reflecting puzzles and velvet bone fractures, a sickening madness and schizophrenic orchard swollen with half-frozen flowers hanging in the white trees, the curled bark and ancient streetlamps in the silent city that look like caustic and burning gauze in the black dust and yellow murk, an inky light over the pools of mercury, broken gold in pale skin, an open hole in my open chest.