City broken

multitude of squares of people

I pray my dreams to yield images of him

The city breaks into you

Breaks you in, who’s the burglar

we have been piled up and

had to learn to coexist with grace

you will touch me and I’ll never know you

you are all cardboard images to me

I am city broken, know the signs

turn you in if you don’t

Don’t get lost don’t show weakness

I know where my river runs

though I don’t know where it runs to…

I cut short the paths of men

who think they have control over you

but you grow

you sprout extensions of refuse

Oh, I am city broken all right

I wish for your complexion

and though I wish to think of you

I am fascinated by my reflection

and the predatory reflexes I grew

When I was city-broken

January 15 2002