Why are you dancing, or: I wrote this without looking at the paper
[the] diamonds I look through
swirl and blur,
harlequin quilt shapes like Dalí bricks,
haphazard window structures hiding green eyes as your fingers
flee along steel corridors long since boarded over.
[the] holes are almost small enough to step through,
onto rough gravel churned a thousand times by building tools
and tank treads.
[the] rusted girders bend like bones in vinegar,
like osteoporosis set in early
with no hope for a cure.
[the] ruins are cordoned off by velvet ropes, with gilded end caps
and rope ladders reaching to nowhere.
Witness: rock chimneys blowing human smoke rings
across an orange river-city with
moth-flocked streetlights, abandoned rail ties,
and black venom oil spills that no one [ever] sees.
swirl and blur,
harlequin quilt shapes like Dalí bricks,
haphazard window structures hiding green eyes as your fingers
flee along steel corridors long since boarded over.
[the] holes are almost small enough to step through,
onto rough gravel churned a thousand times by building tools
and tank treads.
[the] rusted girders bend like bones in vinegar,
like osteoporosis set in early
with no hope for a cure.
[the] ruins are cordoned off by velvet ropes, with gilded end caps
and rope ladders reaching to nowhere.
Witness: rock chimneys blowing human smoke rings
across an orange river-city with
moth-flocked streetlights, abandoned rail ties,
and black venom oil spills that no one [ever] sees.