all night
disembodies voices
echo
in florescent-stained night
repeated
like a mantra:
Q44 bus…Jamaica… to the
Bronx Zoo
rote monotone
encapsulating dreams,
soundtrack
to a future hero’s story
we slumber through
this siren song,
part of the ambient Gotham song
that lulls us to sleep;
we dream
in Viking runes
and ceremony fire,
savoring
what the waking city
will bring us
tomorrow
