i want to find the city again
in its nighttime pavement secure against my feet
people out dancing
many false moons
my soul needs that jolting
juice like meat juice i can't find
in any place less wild with light less courageous
light in sympathy with my metabolism light without which i'd be a dog
light i am tired of the country now
of stalks through wood beneath full moon
alone of my kind a city boy in fields
not those of my experience
i need to find the city soon
where four bare feet always find solid sidewalk
and meat juice flows like neon
and there are always plenty of sheep to kill
from
Thebes (1991)
