SIGNIFYING BLUES

I walk through these streets
where the shit and sapphires meet,
steam boat weaving through crowds abruptly breathing,
but I can't touch the ground.

I am trophy-hunting through this
disconnected shunting--frame to frame. There's an uptown matron, and there's a homeless
wasteling whose brain's in flames.

It's eye for an eye and I bargained my pride,
so--who's to blame?

Me and this town--
a Babylon merry-go-round,
going down.