Never knowing the Maxine's dream
Eyes
Trains for fog banks blood
Tar on the cigar blemishes
Two fellows in the shadow
Bored by the sound of screams
One drunk with a darkened
Street
Fearless lips speak elegance
Something misunderstood pushed
Till ankle deep in the
Street
Three story buildings and me.
I see the glass ceiling
Like passions frosting
A fish electrified is a sight
That straggering complexity
Fails
And I see green.