(looking for sense in the time map)
Buffalo, Boston, Manhattan, Dublin, London,
Frankfurt, San Francisco, Copenhagen, Berkeley,
Charleston, Portland, Honolulu, Venice,
Bozeman, Paris, Stockholm, New Orleans,
Hong Kong, Chicago, Apia, Suva, Seattle,
Sydney and Townsville and Auckland, at least
Take it to the wall again tonight, bro.
Finish the bottle and the cigarettes.
You’re not there yet. Take it to the streets
long after midnight. At the market
women are sleeping beside their taro.
Taxis are taking the last whores home.
Take it to the waterfront where always
everywhere men are awake with their
cigarettes. Walk it past the police station,
let the back street dogs bark at you.
Take it back to your indigenous city jungle,
walking like a ghost that casts a shadow.
Take it back, reclaim your birthright—
lost nights on the street like a swollen
scabbed-over fist, a bad cup of coffee,
a woman in your brain driving you crazy and
a long walk home where you don’t want to be
because the words won’t begin and
the bottles are empty and the bed
is a succubus. Walk it off, shake it off,
city boy. Disappear in an alley way,
walk through that wall to survive.