The city awakes
oil spat
sleepy eyed
corn crusted at the edges
with its thumbs around your balls
night was fields: night was cool water
night washed all of the heady scum in
the thorn-water of neon forgetting
yes, that was when
you could breathe!
the city does not allow
the same around the streetlights
once you can see from all sides
learn to walk with that grip, lad,
and keep the smells to yourself.