beauty

walk through stale streets sipping
painted wine in search of
slowly burning time,
pavement blurs and smells of tar
and roadkill this evening everywhere,
dripping painted blood,
never burning in vain again.

only once in a while born again
so take it
easy, do not blaze through flowerbeds
and football games,
waste only desire.

and then i saw
the beauty fleeing from my eyes.