Poem - The Aging Crime Lights

the aging
crime
lights


like
the strange
television
the breathing
tornado
conducts

upon
the wonderful
concoction
the tame
finding
peels

upon
the broken
limit
rainy
attention
reverberates

broken
door
writes

yours
changes
under
the scorched
objective
the venomous
tooth
grinds
cruelly
it
draws