Cityscape

Out there, far past rail road tracks and turnpikes A winding space that roils and roams and runs free. No blocks or segregations, just Green. I’m sure it’s a great place – but I’ve never seen it. All I know is grey earth and Iron trees with glass leaves and Metal beasts with rubber feet. Concrete and spires instead of forest fires A place with walls and flickering light Somewhere where you can be pressed up, squished Tight against strangers waiting for a stop And you’re all together, but still very alone They say out there you’re A knit together group, connected by the land Property that links families more than blood In the pewter streets, there’s only layered footsteps And none are more important than those before or after. Faceless fronts look out, but the people only Pass by, quick fast now - don’t wait - don’t breathe - you’ll miss it Miss the pieces of people shedding threadbare dreams Sometimes, people want to go Out There To rest, or stay, slipping from the stone womb I’m sure it’s a great place. But it’s better, I think Seeing neon signs instead of stars, Firefly headlights on summer nights The throb of freeways like one congested heart A chance to be something new Or old Or anything Among the sky scrapers and sewer valleys.