The city should never be confused
with the glass and cement used to build it.
No, it’s not arteries clogged and taxicab stands,
nor is it bike messengers and doormen.
The city is the time and spaces
between words. Not coupons clipped
from drug stores and stored drugs for club kids.
No, it is not the news at ten or tenses shifted
to match businesses and their “going-out-of” sales.
The city is boys and full of boys that dream
of lights and pages and nights and stages.
Boys that bury themselves in books and borough
through boroughs to find each other. In the city
there is no difference between night and neon
and happy hours, there are just ideas, ideals
and the idyllic senses dense enough to go for it.