8.

Morning brings the fog.
Streets muffled by a blanket
woven by the sea.

7.

Stiff-limbed Sea Org chicks,
stomping down the Boulevard
in synthetic skirts.

6.

spiderweb outside
glistens with evening mist,
fired by halogen.

5.

Midnight: two gunshots.
One street over, has blood spilled?
The Nightsun won’t say