I hear you say that
the skyscrapers are Ugly and that you
can't see the stars now
for the high, empty buildings
Devoid of soul.
I hear you say that those girls
the ones on the street corner
smiling into their Cellphone, blinking
when the flash Blinds them
are Self-Centered and only
think about themselves.
I hear you say (faintly) that i
am Escaping reality
when I plug my ears and
listen
only to My Own music.

The moon is glimmering like an alien sun
off a distant sea
on the windows of your soulless skyscraper.
The girls on the corner are
so Alive and so full
of celebration for This Moment
and i
am providing myself
with a Vibrant backdrop to these flashes
of Life. I will not be
like Hamlet's father, accepting. i
am not listening
to the poison you are trying
to drip in my ears