Metropolitan Panes

shadows divide beneath flickering panes.

drips of leaves cry in this frozen zoo,

four by four reflections in the sandstone

given by isis, belonging to horus.

confounded beneath abject pains

of ticket prices and gala auctions,

art for art’s sake... for god’s sake,

sake bomb! sake bomb! sake bomb!

we are going to go drinking tonight

under glassy crystal clear stars,

four by four they walk hand in hand

down the nile of the sackler, stippled

to diffuse light attempting to cast the nubia.

toss white cataracts and rocky islets

up against manhattan avenues,

objects of pain collide in the turbine

down the rapids of metropolitan.

debasing the art of  HONY storytelling,

human to human, crawl on all fours

begging for distinction in the light of day.

shadows divide beneath flickering panes.