| the city moves at dawn |
| the city moves at dawn while i turn in my sleep � � � � churning the shrill mumble of its fires and ostentatious billboards bounce like any forgotten treasure off the unforgiving � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � and overwhelming blacktop. i don't think that i could find an inch of green here if it weren't for your � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � eyes � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � but even they are clouded with your feline rage your self-righteousness � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � and my own burning jealousy. but even so, i wish you'd have some compassion for once in your life follow me and let the city breathe you in if you look just right the steel shrines find their place between your eyes; � � � � � � � � � � � � � � the kamikaze traffic, � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �up � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �and � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �up � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � ��and the glinting glass towers that go up to realize their place under the sun. the city moves at dawn affected just a little bit less than a flippant kid, only seventeen and more of a hick than she could ever admit. as her bare feet and soul wander, weaving in and out of parking garages and churches -all touting the same things inside various palaces (looming monstrocities of mirrored glass and asphalt). wandering, following the lines like hope as they crackle the concrete; like i could find an inch or two of green like hope once lingered there � � � between roach motels and trolley cars � � � in the dark spots between the sidewalk slabs � � between me � � � � � � � � � � �and � � � � � � � � � � � �you. |