The streetlights aren't breathing,
Shallow ins and outs have ceased And on the corner,
An odor waits to leap upon
Late-night walkers-Ha!
Night rubbing, nipping at skin,
Brushing sensually against front
And back. Cowardly lover!
Slinking away under the heat
Of stomping light.

Moist chests writhing with hard breath,
Roping muscles set to break,
Pockets fluttering uselessly in breeze-
In stillness-Dark, bowed head
Groaning.

Corre! Corre!
No existen en la Ciudad de un Dios,
Que no quiere manos san papels,
O la piel que no tienen una color Como asi-y-aqui!
Corre! Corre! No podamos besemos el dia.

Putrid water leering, licking greedily
At muscled legs. Baby breathing in
Trembling sweat, head nestled in a
Hollowed chest. Engines barking
In the distance. Wearied feet Splashing, wearied feet breaking,
The pure ebony of skies washed away
To gray, sliver, lilac-gold!
A foreboding spectrum.
Engines growl in the distance,
Wearied feet stumling, wearied feet breaking.

Corre! Corre!
No existen en la Ciudad de un Dios,
Que no quiere manos san papels,
O la piel que no tienen una color Como asi-y-aqui!
Corre! Corre! No podamos besemos el dia.