approaching a city

approaching a city, I turn my head,
eating with my eyes the
biscuit stucco and chocolate grime.
a child by my side
sleeps deep; the city
in my eyes sleeps deeper.

approaching a city, I stack up sounds,
faint murmurs of rice-paper cars
that spin-cycle over the pavement,
and hang to dry.
the buildings are cereal boxes
and the child at my side stacks them like blocks

approaching the city I think of you,
I wish for you and i run my fingers over
the ricketing tracks, feeling illness
and degeneration in the splinters they collect.
I have collected bare lightbulbs, little whiskered thoughts
that creep through my head at night--

I miss you.
but

approaching a city
I twist my head like a seagull
up to the c-sharp major sky
and I will live and
the sun breathes.