reading cops & killing kerouac

the clouds glow with an orangish tint in the backdrop of this black starless night just a reflection of the fluorescence and candescence of suburban malice burning burning burning kaleidoscopically through myriads of wasted flesh and bone oh, how we ooze disdain and the moon shining like a piece of gold in the sky hiding behind electric wires smiles childlike reminding me that we are all under this blanket of darkness that we are all under that gold moon cherubic