You, the Cars, and the Stars
The roads are clean when you wake in the morning,
The night converses only with itself and the drunks.
I walk to work by the whisper of the signs on the road.
I walk back trying to read by the neon lights.
Watch: As the windows run into the their lead
Listen: The planes passing overhead
The converging paths of what I and others perceive.
And do you go out?
Just you and the cars and the stars.
I have forgotten countless dreams in the night,
But from all restless rear windows, they reflect back.
Around the corners of my eyes, such sparks are long gone,
And the moon and its seas are as small as my thumb.
Lorries come and go
All their goods in tow,
But my ear pressed low
I hear the absence of engines.
The sky is gaping
and the windows markless.
The hand must feel how heavy it is.
[Voices of the technocrats]
And do you go out?
Just you and the cars and the stars.
I think you should go out.
Just you and the cars and the stars.