"Night cities have no walls and the streets
are hectic like electric sewers where raucous
music and phosphorescent fashions are
steady as a wave or a pulse that must start
somewhere, so someone is dancing and
they are dancing on enormous drums in caves
where the air is the colour of nothing like
twilight and white plumes of vapour wriggle
out of deep cracks in the shiny black rock
and everyone has very thin skin becuase of
hiding here for so long, dancing in the dark
with drums, their timing so perfect and singing
so sweetly, looking almost like ghosts but
they can't see me at all."
Categories:
lithospheres, allegory, native american, visionary,
Form: Dramatic Monologue