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