oblong benches surround
an unstable clock tower
as clothed feet shuffle past
unaware of the diluted time
icy stares purge the ground
as smoke fills the thickened atmosphere
the green is overpowering
and the ugly brown buildings provide
an uncomfortable point of view
"Welcome to the city, love"
the roaring engines cry aloud
the city lights compete with the brilliance
but there's no replacing the twinkling of the stars
reflecting in your darkened eyes
there's a nervous twitch, a hidden kiss
may i steal it?
i'll send it up as a wiccan prayer
and watch it fall as a meteor
feel it come back three-fold
as all things must in usually irrational time
which brings us back to the unsettling clock tower
throwing its fit at an imaginary midnight
as we stand below and i pretend to care
perfection in our entwined fingers
as the world reduces to one dimension
in technicolor and surround sound
there's no point in putting off our overrated duet
with time already lost and no need for definition
electric, magnetic, ironic
i am lost to you forever
beneath the condescending clock tower