Tally marks beside the gate
Bleeding gems of poppy,
Advertise neon-green signs
Blinding the snaking roads cradling towers
Spiraling into the peerless sky
Where black coffee drinking thugs
Lose their gaze on the mirror glass,
Where thousand dollar latte artists draw the tallies;
Cracked sidewalks forget to exist the further they run,
Third eye entities harness all their power except
Wind bowing, machine howling
Silver cranks pushed by calloused hands
That say “please” between the clouds of breath
Hanging where all the power except
Homes with legs forgetting where they belong
And homes with only legs with no place to rest,
Trash equals what trash equals says the artist
Turning mooch with all the power except
Clocks on windows and wristbands
Wristbands on towers and yellow signs
“Come and see” and “come and buy”
In the undertow cut by plastic scissors
Come and buy scissors with all the power except
Spending all the tallies by the gate,
Bidding on the tight walk war,
Buying all the artists until all the artists accept
And whisper “with all the power except”
Porcelain mugs with thousand dollar thrones
And dividends with no divides,
Secrets wailed into the towers of garbage
From one island to the next,
With ants perched with no queen,
Accept with all the power except yours