Rhythm

I can live with a little tragedy,

I can deal with my disembodiment.

But when I quiver it’s all about

the beating that won't let me sleep.

My heart is an unbearable beast -

and I an unfinished melody.

I've got streets and pavement

in my veins; pedestrians ride

in motorcycles and cars and bikes,

and it is true some of them

walk and wander, but I cannot help

myself; I wonder what they want

'cause my cities are broken asunder...