I'd Like To Carry On Without You

City, you are always
hiding the dark of the sky from me.
I'd like to carry on without your lights.
You require a bag on my shoulders
to keep me moving, moveable.
I'd like to carry on bare, without it.
City, you put yourself into syllables
I'm supposed to fill in the crosswords
with words I don't recognize.
I'd rather not read another sentence
I'd like to carry on without you.
City, you say stand up
give me your perpendicular feet
they ache, register nothing
I'd like to carry on without them.

Back to the clover eyes only up
and not sweeping their corners
for what I wouldn't expect.

July 30, 2010