The World You Walk In

oh those feet
slappin pavement, heels clickin
you're just a reflection in street
level windows
the burn from headlights
leaving photographic imprit
for this world of short attentions
a legend in burnt tones of silver

I dream in stop motion
twitching in time to manic strobe
in love with the soft curves
of august avenues
the tar dug into your shoes
the same as the tar in my lungs
I'll breathe in your footsteps
and it'll burn like sulphur
and I'll be left
looking for a path less beaten