This city

  From Kandinskyto Leonardothis city sweatsgenius. But todayI’m obsessedby hair colourleg length, accent: the girls swirlacross crackedpaving likenew morning. Each onebreathes hopeinto lover’s ear;I’m adrift in sunlight. This city seepsgenius: dead bustsstare bronzeto copper generationstumble,leftnameless. Only the menmarch on:dicks atattention.  Listen here