Buildings, assembled and disassembled, playing card spades,
skyscrapers outstretch like broken palms, hands holding fingers, twisting.
Spoken words lingering cold breaths on the subway,
Rambling breed of sewer nonsense from the bums, across the streets, echoing birth.
Cold decay, onslaught of bodies traveling, unraveling, destitute wounds of facial expressions, distemper and regret as shadows on their every move.
Their mouths speak detest, cauterizing words blatantly gathering sweat from their trickling faces, eyes swaggering back and forth, anxious pacing rouse of their devil’s tongue.
Hands linger on pulling supports like bodies hanging from nooses, limp and terrified,
Drawn taught, jaws of life grasping at bitter strings, melting Persistence of Memory.
The rushing buzz of traffic surrounds them, helpless claustrophobia,
Bad breath over takes the unkempt ones, chasing from their bodies like maggots.
Temptation of relief, the removal from uncomfortably clinging,
reaching stop after stop amidst more hustle and bustle.
A man climbs from the subway, darting knife steps as he walks, without fear,
Gravitating as planets do, sun burnt sky as his every breath, fire eaten and withdrawn.
Born leader, is he, vacating into the world of possibilities, his body stretches,
Loosely riveted at every turn, without breath, but the breeze within him.
His spirit, the smoke, subdues, placated by hues, the sky removed from bleakness,
Dissipating into godlessness, money slithers from his pockets.