The whole city is dry
Dust collects around the feet of skeletons who rest against the streetlamps
Drunken schoolboys ride down the side walk
Swaying back and forth to unknown music
Like a dandelion in the moonlight
****** packs of dogs roam the streets
Looking for a corpse
Licking the bones clean
Buildings rise tall and white
A row of teeth gnashing together against the light
The ******  moon  is ashamed at the beauty
Now rusted and broken
Long legs that step from torn black limousines
Tall women in ripped black dresses
Sway hips in the hot summer night
Hair standing on end at the thought  of  alcohol
******* raddled coat checker
Watches with a cigarette
Dangling from his lips
White blazer splashed with mud
On his left shoulder

There I was
Slinking down the back alley
Looking for a store bought life
Long lost in some war
Maybe it is the call of the jazz club
Dying on the corner
Or my hand locked to a paper bag
I got from the gas station
Maybe it was clouds
Laughing at me
I am jealous of their freedom
As the float past me
Pointless as a puddle
I stepped into the gutter
Black water  to my ankle
Knee deep in depression
But the air was warm
Lights danced like candles down the winding street
Who knows where I’m going
I don’t seem to mind