shadows on the earth

very short poem

Sleepless, in a people's key my song is sung,
of Solomon, of myself, in my head
the loud silence sounds echoes of static
to the passers by. Suburban sidewalk coroners
play with puns in astral projections
and observe themselves floating through the ether with peace; 
solid dreams subject themselves to clouds of smoke,
proslogion; simple as a cigarette
or the rays of sunlight that leak through the blinds
when morning lengthens shadows on the earth.

Author's Note

punctual errors are a biggie for me; if you have the time opinions on content, criticisms and friendly contributions are appreciated and will be returned :)

please enjoy!