Ne’er a loner amidst cheering crowds,
Lost in migrant dream thoughts,
Them red, blue, amber, flashes lights,
Huddled steps on steps of fantasies,
Foot paths of nudging dvd sellers,
seeking recompense in stronger dollars,
gyrating bodies on panes un-abashed,
Topless citysights deliberate slowed
Crawling halt of blues left behind
Never a feel of recessed unemployment
Midnight stories ring round in neons
Onto the sky, an electric galleon
Heat, humid, deep feels of lightning
From emotional floods a scurrying