City lights follow me,
drag me down low, low, to hollow ground
where the Beat drums moan
See the circles twirl along dusty old metal fenders
Colors splashed on placid faces
Singing hymns, divine access for modern pretenders
Dazzling drips of red strewn on a fresh streetscape
Horns blow and white moons..Boom boom
Autumn leaves scurry and humans murmur
Love in fancy restaurants
Sipping sighs for the young, eager blemished eyes,
education failures and more terror scares
Across the way, half-furtive glances in siren trances
There's an empty park where jazz notes roam,
on and on like bubbles carrying messages--
Cigs and beer one dreams taking pictures over fences
Of trees writing poems...Snap! snap! CRASH
the whole thing like a Saturday morning hang over
Garbage men working OT, hung over
Some old lady mulling over charred glass
Empty suits with a stash
kids and screams and the homeless and scraps
Craps...that's rolling too
And it all fades and comes again...
In the incandescent glow, the subterranean flow,
of the city lights