Night Photography
The stars are acid-burnt tonight -
developer and sepia stains occlude the sidewalk,
fogging the orange lights;
The clouds are low.
They camouflage the saucers (not well enough)
Bleach-stains choke the thoroughfare,
distorting chrome into steel:
An etched beast spitting gunfire, overexposed
against the lasered obelisk of the Lunatic Pandora.
Angels mistakenly keep the company
of ladies of the night.
Their sodium wings caught in vinyl pools
as the fixer passed them untouched;
Daylight scorched their haloes into horns.
Beyond it all rises the giant, glowing Heineken bottle
- one last outpost between here and pitch black -
smeared out by wind, long exposure and broad-pupiled f-stop;
Belying its light, it stains the shore black.
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