A study of human behaviour through a somnambulist’s eye

A study of human behaviour through a somnambulist’s eye.

Like figurines of a fashionable making
I sit on the parapet of a window on high.

Looking down, a sight towered by my comprehension,
and through crevices in the sky’s clods –
I see mankind.

Legacies of urban realms –
Artisan memories carved on landscapes.
Debauched skylines of tonight, commuting with the last fragments of a day’s lusts.

Who are these novices in life’s monastery?
Who bred their vulturous beauties and serpentine consorts with manes blown in the derelict winds of suburbia?


But Mind says:

Life goes down this road, and it flows towards weird places and painted avenues where lies can drive you by. Yet
Whistles and mused kisses from below this city’s pride can’t make men of us.

And it is here that dreams scandalised by ghosts bear fruit.
You can bed any wench and still cower from profanity’s smite.
The here-after and silhouettes that seem gorgeous are paling now.
Radio-active sunsets of the Cosmopolis gleam like stars on windscreens.
And I am at ease with pain’s reverie driven by, where others cross and die.