Disillusionment

Palms dipped in pails,
Brimming with synthetic liquid;
Spattered fingerprints on the bleak facades,
Like cement fragments broken into rubble.


A grey cat sits by the window pane
Licking the bewildering dust;
The mocking crow calls incessantly
Bellowing the stagnant air,
As it paddles into motion.


The clock strikes hours in advance.
A misty vision is mitigated,
As obtrusive flashes of red-light,
Capers the floor of sight;
To ballet over the cross-section of time.