“in giddy thousands each and i was there, a sober, nodding clock /
keeping score with the sun, its July-drenched hands pressed against /
the walls in my eyes and blurring my vision”

“The street was but two persons short of empty. /
Deep in my heart, I felt a love-shaped bone, /
it was empty.”

“I am god of them now. /
Stuck to the strip, I know /
some of them are still alive.”