Do not let the sun go down
while you are still angry.

Soak the yellowing rays of a sinking yolk
in the formaldehyde
of naked consciences.

Let it discolour
the dead leaves swept into
congested gutters, arteries,
and let the sleepless city spiral in sinuous sighs
towards it’s denied peace.

But above all the sun sits
it’s heat permeates like roasting fires
Please
do not let
my sun go down
while you are still angry