Chicago River Memories

Clouds hit the dimmer switch
but my eyes are sensitive
Bands of light glint down to me
Play at revalance
Flesh stretching tender with my lungs
In the morning’s crisp
Gusts off the cool lake
Full of queer detritus
virescent , in the wake of
Dull dawn light
And a million prokaryotic
Stowaways birthed nightly
Necrosed native elements
Filling my head with heavy scents
Of something like nostalgia
But for everything I’ve ever been
And everyone I’ve ever met
I feel it slip away
The sky around me painted Up
in ambered shades of gray
Like a hundred year old photograph
And somehow just as brittle
Pushed in by the future and the past
and folding in the middle
What bizarrely flavored gravitas
Memories all seeping through
And blurring with the wolfish draw
Of needing something new
Every morning tastes the same now
All the sun feels like rain somehow
Feels like deja deja vu
One smashed up rurban-ural view