Riding the Body
Night curls in many shades
The moon sliced like so many before
Cerebral city lays afoot
Plowing the concourse with hoofed intention
The hooded figure motors ensnared with the discourse
Troubled fleers whisper
Lips pursed with paper bags
Cornered Asiatic figures hawk their wares
Processed spires a distant memory
A caricaturish mustache greets at the Hindu spot
Currying a massed flavor
Lonely keys dangle from a drain cover
The lips weathered with rust
Remains crystallize by the edge
Rained for days cursing the draught
Ahead the dashes blink with connectivity
Wanderers stumble cross the boulevard in delight
After last call comes sunlight
Hackneyed curbside pools splash temporarily
Piles of meandering thought form
Thrown from the salon doors
Dusk is a few miles ahead
Grizzled with momentum meaning recedes
The walker is alone with his form.
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