Violins turning hijacked my thoughts from you
To the streets of this forbidden city,
Among strangers and cozy no-ones
That I would love to meet.
Deliriously flying among generations’ dreams,
Skyscrapers wrapped in critics’ illusion,
Intermittent like a broken neon light
I walk in the midst of a phony celebration,
licking my fingers and my injuries
in uncured nightdreams and electric guitars.
I’ll let the first wind back go by.