untitled poem

[synapticjava]

another sunset bleeds up my chest.
I am blinded
as the dying daylight catches fire against my face.
cool wind dusts my body;
another night is breathing softly against me
and pushing the hands further around the clock.
the window panes glow with my reflection
like a television set turned on against the darkness.
somewhere in this empty apartment coffee drips
echoing like rain in a gutter
its dark scent filling this empty space
with the smells and sounds
of an unused
unwanted
home.