Roomlike interior
Life busting city
Glad to have time
After a while
Start to fidget
The outside of inside

Take your hands off
And walk to work
The bus poster professes
In the eye’s mind
Any day of the week

Hands free high spirits
Eyes meet brick surface
Windows on soul food
Night in a paper cup

Ordinarily I’d be at my desk
Rearranging the deck chairs
On the Titanic
A white collar wanker
Brimming with haste
Which is nothing to sneeze at
Like dirt
And tells you you are alive
But today I am elsewhere
Relaxin’ at Yorkville

Far off sirens
Remind us of life
It’s an emergency
One emerges from the cave
It’s too bright out
Everything is moving too fast

We take refuge in poetry
Balancing on the head of a pin
We zoom in on
Such that it flattens out beneath us

Over the edge of the metaphor
And far below
The landscape slides every which way

It is good to know
What you are talking about
We never do
Not entirely
Because the words got there first
Though we sometimes know more than we can say
The world and its streets, places

It’s great to be with you
And it’s great to be alone
Holding hands with the future
Even now it is upon us
Like a cheap suit
The first few drops of rain
A downpour for days

Do not stop until you reach
Edge of land
Step off planet
Wander empty stars
Smile at glimmer
Picture window open
Lend hand in case of need
Cut and paste across town
Lots of people to see
Curbside sensational glory

Do not stop until you reach
Life busting city
Even now it is upon us
In the eye’s mind
It is good to know
Eyes meet brick surface
And far below
Like dirt
Far off sirens
We zoom in on