Spinning on Wires I

Sidewalks tilt, the ground keeps shifting

Glass in the gutters catching the light

Somewhere a siren croons like a prophet

Selling predictions no one believes

Streetcars rattle like silver bones

Running their route like a rosary prayer

Every door is half-open, half-closing

Every face says, "You weren't there"

Spinning on wires, breathing in sparks

Dodging the cracks, counting the steps

If the rhythm holds, if the lights stay green

Maybe I won't notice the net's not there

Suit and tie, collarbone tight

Hands move papers, mouths move lies

Laughter like coins rattling pavement

A joke with no setup, just the punchline

Spinning on wires, breathing in sparks

Dodging the cracks, counting the steps

If the rhythm holds, if the lights stay green

Maybe I won't notice the net's not there

Footsteps echo, but they're not mine

Mirrors hold shapes they don't recognize

If I keep moving, if I don't look down

Will gravity remember to pull me back?