Walking and breathing
muttering under my breath the names
of great cities of the world

London, Tokyo, New York

When your only tool
is a cement truck, everything
looks like a metropolis

New Delhi, Amsterdam, Paris

That blue tent
is still pitched in the wooded patch
by the freeway

New Orleans, Toronto, Sydney

I take cuttings from my
babbling stream of thoughts
and cast them in concrete

Berlin, Cairo, Los Angeles

All the surfaces are soon
spattered with the stain of life
busy covering up the mess I've made

Body, Speech, Mind