Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Verse: Escapade

(originally posted on Facebook in Oct 2007)

We swim through
the city at night
gliding along fluid neon lines
navigating the narrow confines
of the serrated spires
that rise like coral around us
held aloft
on curlicues of smoke
from cigarettes and chimney tops
looking down on
constellations of flickering headlights
entangled only briefly
by dangling conversations
we come to rest
in windowsills and fire escapes
before we are swept away
like dust
by the wind
drifting in a dense, dreamy mist
until we wake and find ourselves
stranded on these concrete shores

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