Soon
 

Let’s change the channel
relief in operatic free fall
our mouths now expansive
no longer the thinness of a garrotte

Let’s meet beneath the clocks
then wet our palms against the wall
genuflect to form and chaos
unravel below the glass tapestry

Let’s slink to a dive bar
in a cobbled graffitied alley
dim as the cocktails are loud
where the password is pretension

Let’s cross the upside-down river
over the rib cage bridge
twerk to a booty of commerce 
day-hidden stars above us

Let’s taunt the tattooed barista
on his shift before acting class
an organic decaf soy half shot
lukewarm and a snide of petulance

Let’s kowtow under Chinatown’s arches
like those bored cheongsam touts
and hustle for tea and cheap dumplings 
skin basted in sesame oil 

Let’s be flaneurs in this elegant grid
wriggle away from hook turns
crowd surf along the melee 
flotsam of accent and colour.