With your music, the world twists
The suburban streets are slick with rain
Glistening under flickering streetlights. Footsteps echo.
In my mind’s glass eye the sights reflect and refract
Crooked creatures and smoke filled lungs
The people in suits smile with shark’s teeth and dead eyes
But turn to the mangled madmen and manacled musicians,
It’s safer with them.
So I’ll turn of the light and slip out the door
With glitter in my bowler hat and a broken chord for company
And slip through the cracks in the pavement
To join the rain dogs.