the lakeshore

when the lights around the lake are dark
only the streetlights standing tall in their brigades
can watch over the city as it
tosses in it’s sleep.

when the streets around the dark late jitter-
like the fat boy. drumming his sticks
on the train headed towards no where.

headed past the lakeshore.
a stray jogger keeps a steady pace,
a jaded cop in his cruiser watches with a blank face,
and no one along for the ride save a ghost.

the doors on the train
open and shut.
i get out and walk past the museum.
open and shut.
a business-man tumbles down the stairs into the dark,
searching for a car to take him back to his lit high rise,
away from the dark waters he merely watches with a shrug.

past the museum my matriarch starts to bark.
oh, but she cannot beat me today.
for though the light around the lake are dark,
tonight my blood flows calm-

the dark boy drumming his sticks
on the train headed- a stray
jogger. cop. ghost-open and shut. past
the musuem-open and shut. business. car.
dark. waters. city. sleep.

down by the lakeshore.