Metropolis

imagine

                            New York,

the racy,

                            adventurous city

at night,

                                                               the satisfaction

                    the constant flicker

         of men

               and women

       and machines.

Fifth Avenue

                                                 throbbing taxi-cabs,

                                                                                    the crowd

                                      I’m enchanted.

A metropolitan twilight

Then

        like

             glass

                  slowly

                            cracking,

                                                                                                      a haunting loneliness

sometimes settles

                                                    it’s final, at the end.

crave:

                          awaiting the bus

                                        its energy

                                                 brief as it may be

I yearn–

                                                                        longing for the–

                                                                                                            roaring;

                                                                        a glistening sash tightly binding me

                                                                                          forever attached

Arrive:

inside

a 600

square foot

studio

dark

and

low.