Dec
18
Swapping looks, rearranging thoughts
structure them delicately
the ashes of pages torn from books
scatter among the mahogany desks
I will walk electric fences
tracing it slowly
looking for gaps in the humming glow
dance softly now
glide like airless materials
on a newly polished floor
do it with me now
look out the window together
at the moonlight
or is it the street lights?
i can never tell
sometimes these buildings are
too tall, they block out
anything beautiful
sometimes it’s so hard to see
anything worth while
when concrete fingers
obscure the wind and the air
of a world in despair
the picture’s hazy
without you
