Frivolous Horizons

Pots
brewing on the burners of these corroded intersections,
pouring
in the bottomless thirst
of cheep chipped mugs,
or
in Styrofoam cups
in the trails of the frivolous horizon
printed on them,
bitter and bittersweet
brewing awakeness
in a fancied jar of sunshine
hinged between the warmth and the wakefulness

And the eyes,
spoons of sugar
dissolving in unsavoury smiles
drained
in insatiable funnels of brief fulfilments.

Brief moments of sweetness
in incessant oceans of bitterness,
and fatigued limbs
cramped in the endless spasms of traffic
that turn airy
in the green lights
and roasted
on the grills of
red lights.