Streetlights Poem by Ballerina With Fins

When I heard of the pretense of starlight,
I cried with the fluorescence on my face.
Tears illuminated with the knowingness
of electricity. Electricity entering gasps

and lungs, floating in smoke, at the speed
of light. Light touching my soul with falsity,
falsity becoming a part of my mind and
never leaving. Mind going sober for the
young and the hopeless.

Streetlights on the dark road
shining happily in complete oblivion.