A City of Lights
by Olivia Olson
Confident faces
In white
And gray;
They’re carrying
Drinks
And themselves
Like
Whores.
Flashes of light
And sounds
Of laughter
Pound on my face
With joy,
Inspiring rage
In my
Mind.
Lit street corners
Shine green
And throw
Liquid light on the
Cement
To guide
My
Path.
Poetry created
For laughter
And escape
Falls on its face
In the chemical mud,
Counting on the lights
To stop its
Fall.
Creeps and their dogs
Wait inside
To call out
To the young passer-bys;
One squints
One smiles
To direct
Him.
Standing, watching
On a rock
In a long-dried
River, staring ahead
To the advancing water
Of them
Returning
Home.
I grasp fast
To not be swept away
To the city of lights
And drugs
And laughter
Which never catch you
When you
Fall.