Pretty lights Striking brights Bleeding out on the pavement The urban pane Scents of disdain Words that rim with omens A tender brush That tasteful rush I’ll just ensure her safety Pigeon pigeon Canary bridges The hue is distant yet At last she turns And now, we yearn Nobody tasted her fate A little splash An idle rash Alone again I clamber Tomorrow’s eve Taxied streets They’ll never link by name Never in chains Just bikes and brains The hunt will sear once more