the pedestrian light
makes chirpy noise
for the deaf and dumb

these wheels to infinity
sing on asphalt that was
embedded in celestial swamp
and deadly mangrove roots
point ominously
to a spotless sky
that has burned away breathing rights

three four cows
and their shadows cling
to siren song
basement cuisine in Lily Wong
those were the days
when whiskey did
what pictures of distant stars
promise in primrose books
about pumpkin wars

this light shines cold
and no return
on goods once sold