Polyrhythmic marching rings through the dark,

A jagged pulse to a blind singer’s songs.

In school today,

We studied lines.

She solemnly wields her tin in the park.

Concrete colossi with their jagged prongs,

A line took me to

See you the other day.

I was watching a pigeon today,

Tear the night to show a marquee of stars.

Businessmen do their geometric dance:

But I guess we live

In parallel lines.

It pecked at food scraps on the highway

They waltz through fog and exhaust and cigars

To the cries of cars and talks of finance.

I saw strangers

That day as well.

But all of the cars,

Below, the rats run in frantic patterns.

Pompous buskers and flamenco footsteps

And I saw them

the day before, too.

And screams from afar,

Linger through the halls and rest in tatters

Amidst torn advertisements and held breaths.

Nameless, all of them.

But the lines in their faces,

Could not seem to drive it away.

Streetlights flicker and shine brilliantly;

They light up this mad shoegaze symphony.

They go in every which way

And collide with me.