Blue Skies Over Babylon: Hurricane Within My Heart

Blue skies over Babylon and a howling concrete wilderness without my ear. the burning sidewalk, fierce-burnt signs direct the play and name the motion controlling monsters and machines. the brakes and engines dull the day and diesel-brickface slaps my seven senses. while all hang weakly my heart and face below the limb. Hurricane in my Heart it’s still cool here. and afterward, like soft grey rain upon a silent beach. the flat grey slabs, unmoved are stretching perfectly along the world’s back as far as left from right, lining perfectly the minute spine of living. still. and still I’m seated. hanging. there’s no change here, except the color of the wind.