The sounds of the city

she was so young
only sixteen
walking in solitude til hell freezes over
Always, always a cigarette hanging out out of her mouth
sweet smoke just a poke

Promenading me and my shadow
Offbeat gazes
brusque antiphon

vague tracks of paces left from penitence foot prints

She wants to stupefy
she wants to feel without a hitch Numb

Emerging out of the pavements of south philadelphia a metacarpus grasps onto her oxford
Dragging her to the subways of the city

Underfoot, underground

Who’s the conductor?
Who’s driving the train of anarchy

At a screaming halt, the train stopped
the metacarpus flings her off
fall

she scrapes her knee to see she’s remaining at the same locus
Unaltered

Where’d  she go, she dont’ know
Arise!
She continued to linger through the streets

Julliet wanted romeo but romeo wanted another
Lifes a toy
she desired just a boy, maybe then life would be a joy

tooth for a tooth
bleed for me
a desire to conspire, a must for a bit of lust