from sidewalks which undergird our unjournyings
like submissive poodles fat women wear at length.
exhaust perfumed and feeble leaved
they worship the darkness above our gummy paths
and dream of sidewalk less, arbor nirvanas
or facing Olympian storms without intermediaries.
the calling river sinews through buildings
not made by elephants or lived in by angels
and hurries to where not all of it can ever be at the same time
while a dead spirited teenager
hoping for lifetime elusive vindication
answers by crumbling into lung filled oblivion.
the crashing of thunder during Saturday afternoon baseball games
fries other fish
and yesterday's urgencies sing no songs for this tumbling journeyer
into the swirling substance of sorrowlessness.
a child at last.
these cities of man blink at the universe
with Edison eyes
and are rained on from sky heights of unconstructed electricity's
which illuminate and frighten the animals below.