CELL PHONE SET #33

A MID-SUMMER'S NIGHT DREAM

She's standing under the El

patiently waiting

An off-orange glow, dull

spotted with headlights

that peak her interest

A large pink bra under

a black lace see-through shirt

a short leather skirt

pleasantly protruded in the back

She is waiting with patience

standing under the El

Her hair is black, frizzy

covering her face slightly

She leans on one side

her elbow resting on her

full-bodied hip

A big purse dangles

to rest on her back,

added to the landscape

of soft leathered mounds

Patterned nylons that

match the shadowed

chain-link fences

all around

Her big body pedestaled

by little black high-heeled boots

The pavement is dry

adding allegorical truth

It is a Sunday at Midnight

The air is heavy with sweat

She waits, nothing happening,

Not yet

On Kensington Avenue

a hot summer night

this living diorama

sits about perfectly right

UNAWARE

I'm hidden in the shadows

I move as they move

going down dark roads

row houses, one way streets

I'm hidden in the shadows

I'm always inside

I'm always inside

I'm always inside the city

Unaware

sick husbands, lonely wives

leading secret terrible lives

in the brick boxes

painted a color to make you

feel a certain way

the things we get into

trapping ourselves inside these walls

selfish desire

immediacy

blinded

lack of intimacy

it makes no sense in the city

where there's temptation

around every dark corner

I'm always inside

I'm always inside

I'm always inside the city

Unaware