PARK STREET

Late into night images appear on the ceiling of my bedroom sharp angles momentary slivers of car lights traffic signals neon flashes crawling, colliding   perishable images appearing then vanishing without sound as the slip down melting onto the wall  

MY BEDROOM

Next door mumbled thoughts leak through cracked plaster into my stale air   fevered dark shades of anger rise like storms born of heat then coldly pass   blinking neon breathing lights flash to the wall soundless and dead   hidden pipes suffer with song like tenors coaxing tears out of the weak