:smog city:

poets know

that writes love

and writers --- paint,

to poet beats.

and in the lonely lives of --

art is lost in --

Sky High Cities.

with elbows crossed,

they creep into,

each others lives and -- dream of!

sadder loves -- to spill upon,

in their own indifference's -- they cry out,

for inspiration,

and with the jam of--

their      last     nights loss 

they see the Ivory -- brighter today!

and in the lonely lives of--

art is lost -- in,

Sky High Cities.