"Night cities have no
walls and the streets
are hectic like electric
rivers where raucous
music and phosphorescent
fashions are steady as
a wave or a pulse that
must start somewhere...
so someone is dancing
and they are dancing on
enormous drums in caves
where the air is the
colour of nothing like
twilight and white plumes
of vapour wriggle out of
deep cracks in the shiny
black rock and everyone
has very thin skin because
of hiding here for so long,
dancing in the dark with
drums, their timing so
perfect and singing so
sweetly, looking almost
like ghosts but they can't
see me at all."

01/18/2008