A strange day

It is crowded and tense at the masquerade ball. You leave as the violence errupts and throw your mask away...finding a dead monarch (the insect) lying tattered in your path. You stop and smoke a killing cigarette. The clouds like vast whales beach themselves across the city. The light is wrong today...The air tastes bitter with change. The bus hurtles past collisions. Petals on the seat next to you. You fall asleep, your head shuddering on the glass...In your dream, feathered serpents make love in the sky. Crying thunder, their tears fall down and rain upon the dry streets.