look around you...
every corner has a story and
every story blinks red
blinks yellow,
blinks green blue black white
pull the sheet down
when its red they halt
halt to kiss
halt to fight
halt to curse that red light
the street was dark
wet after the shower
i walked with an ember
in my hand
and there at the end i saw
a story
hands, hair, naked legs
a scratched shoulder
a tense bare back
empty paper cups
A little further came a tower
blinking, did I say that before?
blinking yellow, white and black
a story stared out of a window
cupping its last sips of life
look around you...
every corner has a story and
every story blinks red
blinks yellow,
blinks green blue black white