i leave you darkly

there is no audio the trees lean angrily in the gray the birds chop sky into lazy slices their winking eyes browsing the asphalt for chewed burgers and flattened rodents i yawn sleeplessly the lights have been out for days maybe weeks a wheelchair swings from a telephone wire spraypaint cans clink as hooded boys sing acrylic songs on lonely walls i'm moving out of here this development attracts man sandles and black socks greasy eyed managers cutting wrists with credit cards silently bleeding as telephones blink helplessly in stale offices my car radio throws sparks i speed past sulking tramps holding cardboard poetry wrist hung on the wheel cold tires groping for every oily puddle hissing past plaster & glass my worn out name on every exit sign