Strobe

christmas lights on strobe this kid’s
sad eyes twinkle
from
a size zero waist tucked
off the hall with the gypsy

for three thousand yen she’ll
tell you your fortune off your palm
check her e-mail
in the meantime
give your power days the green light

on strobe we ask
questions, talk nothing, mean it all
in half-motion you’ve saved me
i’ve got places to go and
i’m gonna be late

& a sparkled side-angel sings
psalms for the solemn poor
fellows slide past her with a
wink and a notion
sidelong like they want it,
half-slung couldn’t care less but
they do and she’ll whisper
they’re going home tonight

final train’s outbound and the
city is shut down
on strobe, you’re my future
on strobe let’s get by