A cloudburst of eyes and thoughts
jump from mental elevators to the tongue,
releasing words from the king of hearts.
A cattle stampede of cabs hustle into position
for the bullfight over a dollar; the language of
hurry fills the street.
Smooth bright jazzy sounds flow like warm
mercury from a bar. Smoky whiskey air
leaps onto passing suits and shirts, touching
the skin.
There’s a delirium rising with the caffeine
of day.
Roger Singer 