Blocks of Nigh

through streets of déclassé squalor, i wander, courtesan of chaos my feet bare, ballerina on the dirty floor o the city's kin of decay, ragtag orchestra plays its dirge; an eerie swan song. i dance with shadows, a mistress of midnight's in alleyways, i hear the ghosts of carnal revelries, know the dolled-up ghoul of society's sweet melee, her cocktail shrouded in obtuseness, shares its waves of beer-fused intoxication