Poetry is in the Streets
Poetry is in the streets, we put it there under the cover of a radiant darkness when no one was looking.
We hope you will notice if only slightly.
Action is a creation and we acted like men and women on a daredevil mission with a glint of menace in our eyes.
We hope you clocked it, if only momentarily.
We'll catch you when you fall if you give us the chance, but we're not watching you all the time so be sure to let us know.
We don't really want to watch you all the time.
The streets will finally blossom with poetry and be washed in the torrent of earned smiles, raised fists and bruised flames.
We are all undesireables.
The lions rise and the Men In Glass Towers give a slight whimper.
Some of us are more undesireable than others.
Poetry is in the streets.