VILLE
Slipped past all, undetected. Lean back into cold cement, heels click back, toes out.
I stop just to watch the frozen city burn with electricity.
Rome never tasted such soft power before her funeral.
Here where the radio wave battered automotons wander the street,
racing against the frequencies, pushing shopping carts filled with bags of filth and rage,
the race long done.
Still they climb like sisyphus, still they push.
But you, you sit in your parlor chair, twirling a dead rose around your sparkling fingers,
singing in french to me out your window.
I broke with a whisper what none had done with a hammer.
This is why you sing to me atop Constantine's Tower.
This is how I lean neath the arch.
"Roses are cheaper after valentines day she says".
This is how I leave like a thief in the night.
Now passing under 5 seals broken, now walking upon one wounded heel in majestic nocturne.
My grandest Babylon, My darling breathing city.
How much poison do you spit within my veins.
Still I love you.
Will you be the only witness to my limp?
To what less infirmity did Achilles have?
yet he fell by nothing short of of an arrow.
Ah, the only ones who are still mad, I know where you are, you're in Washington Square Park,
digging teeth into your arms and making capilaries burst, talking of maidens not so fair,
flaming ruins, splintered park benches, and dry winter whiskey lips.
I'll watch the pigeons dance upon the spine of the paved beast as I listen to their hobo madness.
It's more truth than I've heard all year.
I found no substitute for my errant eyes, you tired old giant.
You shake the very blood in my heart, you carve my dreams from absolute and shoot my bones with fire.
Show me fate, and I'll show you faith.
You who never sleeps, I'll join you.
I'll trace every abandoned subway tunnel beneath your belly.
You, who gave me blisters on hands, black lungs, hard eyes, hard women, torn flesh, broken noses,
You of who have given me all which is heavy.
Have also given me harbor.
My Ship, Has Finally come in.
