Raccoon Scream Lullaby

Raccoon scream lullaby
and stale summer air.
Tiny fingers squeezing unruly synapses.
Expose the rotting refuse.

Mind the pit among the coffee grounds
and spent egg shells.
The wooden core remains,
poison and useless.

Light of pesky dawn unveils
the night’s chaos.
Dreams severed or
Never whole to begin with.

Head down,
sweep it up.
Like every other morning.