Poem: “Joy/Grime” (2007)

Spinning, whirling
dancers in the alley.
Dresses turn and bloom,
dragging through the grime.

Joyful, smiling,
dirty skin colliding.
City walls are echoing,
for we are not yet dying.

Concrete calling,
precarious and falling.
Dancers stretch their limbs like
flowers from the cracked sidewalk,

marking passing time;
pulling joy from grime.

Published as lyrics for GODHEADSCOPE’s A City Out Of Sight LP, 2007.