thewse nights
i drive home
bathed in brakelights
and paralyzed
by thoughts of women
with their wispy hair
obscuring one eye

around the city
around the city
over these bridges
with howling metal
and forever shadows
under planes
massive
and wanting to be wished upon
all these people as pieces
moving and throbbing
and crying
in the traffic
of this earth
praying in some sort of moving
zazen

these nights
around this city
sparkling