...Poetry Index
An empty building all the people
stashed away behind stone walls the echo
of a staircase being penetrated
by people crowding into my room, yet somehow
I find no need to shy away mechanical chirping
could almost sound like crickets but I know better.
I'm in the city, how I long
for dew covered grass in the morning how I long
to run on the grass around 4 how I long
for the dawn
that never rises in this city fudged out
by powder and poison and muck and warmth how I long
for clean, cold, cool how I long
for you to be here.
...Poetry Index
