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I want to stalk the late night streets with you...
Like two stray cats
Discovering a dark alley...
Tip-toeing into pensive danger...
With a flashing marquee
Somewhere in the distance.
We would pal...
As we discovered new lands
Perked to every sound...
Aware of any shadow...
Any movement...
Venturing through each alley
Mastering it...
Knowing it...
Til we escape in panicked delight
At each discovery of surviving wild life.
We might wander, too,
Past noisy saxaphoney places
Where dizzied people come and go
Together... or alone...
Past islands of light
Where the smells of coffee and fried onions,
Like the light,
Escape into the night all around them.
I want to stalk the late night streets with you...
Like hip cats who've abandoned the patronizing world
And taken to explore its guts and alleys...
Perhaps exploring our own...
A world of things that don't fit
An everyday definition of existence...
A world where the garbage
And the misfit and abandoned
Litter the streets and alleys
In search of their conclusions...
That find peace only in the dark...
Peace... in being unseen...
Peace... only in a masquerade...
A world and its inhabitants
That walk with strange smiles
In the midst of desperation
Lest anyone know...
And all hope is lost.
I want to know life--
By seeing what has washed down its gutters.
Like gold washing up onto the shores...
Seeing the truth as it washes out into the street.
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