Nobody’s honest
nothing matters

That’s why I’m always
adjusting myself
my chemicals
my complaints

And every day
I fly around
in my insect-colored car
The city’s a carcass
streets quiver like meat

In my own voice
I hear a broom
that sighs while it waves
farewell to the past

And still it happens
a few leaves
come around a corner
demonstrate
then disappear
Mozart arrives
in an ice-cream truck
a long war ends
I feel like a streetlight
tall and radiant
my face was made
to shine among the others


1979

 = Daniel Myers