Feathers on the moon,
The sounds of bells
Bubbling up
From bottomless seas.
Teddy bear cries
Barely heard
Amidst the screams
Of sirens,
Howling,

Growling,
Like so many
Hungry tummys
From all the
Congested City Centers
Filled with emptiness.

A stranger's caring touch,
Causes panic
In the subway,
Where just below the surface
Fear rides for free,

Upfront,
All the rest of us clinging noiselessly
To ourselves,
In the rear end of the bus.
Hiding in the darkened crevasses,
Tucked in the folds of our intestinal fortitude
Where all the smells of yesterdays shit
Comingles with the latest designer deoderants,
Perfumes that are heavily applied,
Like camouflage paint
disguising our natural sexual appetites,
twisting them like circus freaks,
into perverted monstrosities
to be experienced at a distance,
preferably by our own thoughts only,
blackened beyond any associational recognition.
We follow only the basest of instincts
To survive
At all costs,

Though it costs us......Everything.