Concrete sunsets
in my heart
cylindrical living,
and the world is blue.

Those concrete sunsets,
and gasoline lollipops,
color the waxing moon 
the color of muck.

Shining stars 
and poison honey
little girls in gray,
flourescent tears staining.

Square wheels turning
and sand quenches thirst
reading numbers on
a oil spilled beach.

Peace in war
because dogs may fight among eachother
but they become one
against the wolf.

Profound inspiration,
found in a band aid
all because of
those concrete sunsets.