Dear City, Let Me Dream Tonight
I despise your lullabies —
Highways, a symphony of horns and expletives;
Homes echo infants crying for a midnight snack;
Broken bottles littered by drunkards in karaoke bars.
No need to look for monsters under my bed,
I’ve got you outside my window
Disguised as stars. You are but tungsten and fluorescents in skyscrapers,
Ambulances and firetrucks, the siren of your snores.
You have overstayed your welcome.
You’ve kept me up too long,
Keeping me company with my pen and verses.
You are my cage, my den, and my curses.
I could put you to sleep with a killer line,
But i’ve got nothing.