something I dug up and wasn't sick on.

blowing smoke out of my window,
dragon claw plated in fish-scale-skin breathing over
the statues across the street,
into the leaf-soaked gutters of the abandoned night,
blowing smoke out of my wide window
seeping in the statues that marvel
at the faint orange sky,
the occasional window flickers with burning filament
as the marble figures
move slowly into the morning,
blowing smoke out of my window.