People like bullets
Newton's Law
No stopping them now
Type tappering hands
Quilted coats
The odd knitted brow
Daybreak gradual
Over glass
Monoliths and sky
Midnight rush hour
Places now!
And electrify
Plastic notes stand out
Piercing shades
Whisked to, carried fro
Cardboard backbone shows
Worn-away
Pavement patches grow
Worlds behind bright doors
Cake display
With cursive menu
Opulent arches
Spotlit set
Tonight's golden venue
Lips caught in contempt
Neck dripping
Propaganda pearls
Mannequins that march
Pale parade
Cross red carpet swirls
Train station takes deep
Snowy breaths
Heaves them on their way
Night isn't for sleep
Night is for
What you planned all day
