To be lonely in the city of love,
What tragic comedy,
I think of my regrets and my cheeks and nose grow red like the clown I am,
My pride runs from from me like some rabid thing,
It's running through the streets like blood through the veins,
Where is the heart, it cries, where is the heart?
To be sad and lonely in the city of love,
I wish I didn't take up as much space as I do,
My existence feels so large,
Melt my body and dribble it through the slats in the sewer grates,
The stray licks what remains between the cracks in the pavement,
Coat course tongue and turn its belly round and bulging,
I hope I am fulfilling, when I am gone.
