STREET

Street
Keeps it quiet
We never speak anymore of our midnight strolls
Some unuttered hunger lingers in the vessels of this town
It wants me now...

A bird perched on the city's clay
Though I don't fly
I travel beyond the time
With my claw grasping white stars
And a cosmic dust
And lights of those rays at the bottom of God's eye...

Twinkling
Like a freckle on the flesh of this city
I blossom as a tattoo
The Raven with its wings outspread
Between the blade-bones of urban space
And the reels in my head

I’m a bird of prey…