candycox

carefully we creep
on paper bags and razor blades
the happy alley shadow friends
we're delivering a rooftop
to ourselves

the sky peels back
metropolitan ant colony

Get out your cowboy hats
Empty cartridges, or not
we shoot at the moon
blank -- like there's no tommorow

blurred target practice
destroying the daylight
jewels in the muck

Florid faces at night, cackling red
the beast breathes hard
we take cover
the ninth street hustle giggle

again on the roof
it's orange lights, halogen pointers below
holes in the screen
between dream and asphalt
time bleeding into now
back again to solvent tommorow

writing on the windows
fingers tracing the way out
exits and entrances -- down and up
pointers -- in and out
doorways