lucid and plural splay the stars

Lucid and plural splay the stars like
white gunshot-holes in the scarred black flesh
of the sky.
A city blurs in whorls and whorls of
watercolor, washing off--
streetlamps and parking lights
blink blindly, deadly.
Somewhere someone is sleeping--
but they are not here.
Somewhere someone is singing.
Lucid and plural splay the stars
like fruit in the blue-black boughs of
Heaven,
dreams rotting and crumbling
to plop one by one at my feet.