The smack of the beat
Watch it rush though the mainline
Electric stardust


In-between the moon and stars
I will meet you there
Intimate moments
Until time runs out


The drumbeat of death
Pounding relentlessly
Tempest of the north
Where have you gone
Opioid to the heartbroken


Scoundrels in glass towers
Playing rhapsody of greed
Orchestrate the misery of many


I never did want to dance
She served many thirsty men
Answering to all
Always acting tough
The girl with horn rimed glasses
A kiss on the thighs


She said your not my type
Don’t take it personally
The executioners smile
Is always elusive
The jester always cries


Even the piranha smiles
A fight for the house that’s white
The devoured never lie


Flirtatious conversation
Leading to spontaneous
Always ending in psychic


The talking box screams with declaration
Woven into the sublime it’s well planned
Even the fool reads the walls in public toilets


Some end up dyeing Behind the walls
They put up around them
Sometimes the walls
Become our prisons


Life is a series of brief
Encounters that fade
Into the abyss forever


High line advertising
Real estate construction
Expensive cameras
Tourists billboards


Fancy dress on the bed
High heels on floor
Girl seated on the bed
Vogue magazine on floor