Hearts/Haters Uptown Vancouver, A -fountain is being rebuilt. Ragged great-coat Burned out by drugs plays sax-jazz, city-glut praising itself In the long notes, encomiums pressed out of him. As sirens wail shivarees at us, And an ape's teeth shines inside the night. But the arches we make together in bed Marry us to the long road, determine our speed, Singing roadsign meters in dayfall key. And we are no better off than the sax-man, no less sane. His way's faster, cities' are slower, but it's the same road.
© Al Kizuk