The Constant & The City

Sometimes is the smell of...
Sometimes is the writing on...
The skeletons at the street cycling infinite
way to survive I guess ?
sometimes is the music
and the shadows that plays it from the corner of the room all the way from heaven and hell I guess ?
sometimes is the trying simply simple like a coin you know ?
sometimes is the movements of a mere distraction what shakes you like if you are just coming or leaving they don't care they do their thing and pass on into the next and you just there watching
The City some say
and I believe I guess ?
Sometimes is the tenuous light
resting over somebody's shoulder winging at you calling you
and striping you with this genuine impetuous talent
you just cannot resist
I guess?
The, and that melody keeps just rolling and I guess the swing of my body got to put the bones together for the constant keeper
just to say.
Not guessing here.
by The Shortfellow
24/04/13