I like a look of danger

I like a look of danger

in my cities

and in my men.

Pierced skies

and sinister eyes

draw me into the dark—


I pretend


to resist fast nights flitting

in those eyes

(Hell permitting)


of the stranger

I dare to call friend.


(Watch the lights as they die

in the park.)

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