My coasts are folding in on me.
A ring of unfamiliar seas & we
Don’t know where we’re waking up
In cities far from home.  

Change is a comin’ she sings.
This rosey life is but a dream we wing
Over the Embarcadero of Manhattan
While all the songs we play contain a loop.  

We’re vaccinated for another world.
Broken-hipped & unfurled.
The streets are mean with mercy amid
Pockets of a humid heat.  

Chalk white outline in Union Square.
A “Shouting Circle” like we care.
This posey darkly desperate marks the
Spot until I turn on you.  

Wall St. Station merrily after midnight.
Wall St. Station merrily after midnight.
Wall St. Station merrily after midnight.
Wall St. Station merrily after midnight.  

Jump or fall. Jump or fail.
The flashlight ashens on the rail.
Where are you? & excuse me miss,
Where are you headed?  

Fulton, further after midnight.
Mind the gap if it minds you right.
Reminds you of that sick metallic smell
We’re fighting gently on the stream.  

Fearless-fed and bound to float,
We row again a faulty boat
& feel the furthest in our hearts
When we all fall down.  

And, we all fall down.