Dark and rolling figures move
Through prisms of no color.
Hand in hand they walk the night
But never know each other.
Passion passed in neon lights
Light up the jewelled traveler,
Lost in scenes of smoke-filled dreams
Find questions
but no answer.
Startled eyes that sometimes see
Phantasmagoric splendor
Pirouette down palmsied paths,
With pennies for the vendor.
Salvation tears [???] but just in time
It takes to pay the dancer.
Once again, such anxious men
Find questions
but no answers.
The night has gone
And taken its infraction
While red-rimmed [???] eyes
Hope there will be a next one…
Terror signs look down upon
A world that glitters glibly
And mountainsides put arms around
The unsuspecting city.
Secondhands in minds of slow
Are moving even faster
Toward bringing down someone who’s found
The questions
but no answer…