Eternity of Dimming

August obliterates trust and it’s in sun-dust I’m found
Home to swill the shrilly insect sound
Stumble to the Dairy Queen
Thumb a People Magazine
Glossy as the bright leaf greened and drowned
In the light

An eternity of dimming
You turn to me, I’m slimming
The graininess is winning every night
Clarity is a rarity that once was just beginning
Now hellish unembellished foreign blurs
In the corners of my eyesight

In this local exit highway night
We must grow accustomed to the sight
And empty all surprise to see the capsize of the semis

‘Cause nothing will stop the world’s physics from working
Or the manner in which it’s situated and lurking
Permanently, so externally
But there’s pleasure and death in each second
To be reckoned with

And there’s boredom and sex within each wild minute
And the mildest hour has some deadly power in it
And maybe I’ll cower with Yia Yia’s silk flowers
As the motion sensor light does brighten and sour

On the back patio where the raccoons go
Whining and divining through the grainy night glow
The same as me as I’m fumbling to see
An inch off my face with a pinch of disgrace

Each photo of the summer is one in the same
With a bloodshot number in the corner of the frame
Dating each time that we became
Memorialized in the
Dimming

An eternity of dimming
You turn to me, I’m slimming
The graininess is winning every night
Clarity’s a rarity and it once was young and brimming
Now hellish unembellished foreign blurs
In the corners of my eyesight

A bat circles above my brain
As I walk down St. Joseph in the dusky
Graininess, yes this gorgeousness has
Grown too dark
To mention

What becomes of the summer skin
When it disintegrates in
The blackness of the past?
At last, I’ve become
An extension

Of the dimming