Every 9 steps in every direction
of the city
there are visuals, signs, holograms,
moaning sound bytes, barely dressed
ladies, sex dolls, and all temptations that involve
lust for the female body
I get all tangled up in your wires, mama
my dream had me on my knees
there are witnesses, they don’t howl
at night they don’t bark
their orders are written up
on a white board against black
hollowness inside your curved body.