Inside of Where the City Sleeps

[RareForm]

It's well-nigh time
for me to be where it's at (tract)
Where we plug and jump collectively
And then we're on our way
En route through Seamens' streets
Inside of where the city sleeps

-Passing in and passing over
Endless whys convince my hands up high
Condemning God in the sky (or on my eyebrow)

The clods are drooling over
And on and in and around I must say
Suggesting such faux pervasion
I'm utterly convinced that one boy is gay
Day after day after day I will say
Love would be to find a retreat
Inside of where the city sleeps

Arid, arid, arid always
Semper idem, can't stand to change
If love were to befall
My jejune carousel wouldn't even espy
Ever always
Each morning you'll find me bending
Inside of where the city sleeps

-Passing in and passing over
Endless hows convince my hands up high
Condemning God in the sky (or on my eyebrow)

Why? How? The sky continues to die. - - -

 

[colicolo]

very smooth, nice one.

 

[(Wordy)]

"Inside of where the city sleeps" is a beautiful, beautiful phrase.

 

[Amanita Mary]

smooth read- i like this piece. have to agree with wordy: this collection of words is particularly beautiful- "Love would be to find a retreat
Inside of where the city sleeps"