Bradbury (304 Broadway)

Tribal neon
On the rooftop
Through the fog

Search lights, white dove
Am I dying
Am I done?

Have you known
Anyone designed to break down?
I was shown
Pictures that I thought
Were family

Hong Kong slaveship
All the symbols
On the mast

Gleaming squalor, decay grown taller
Through the ceiling
Through the glass

Have you known
Anyone designed to break down?
Oh, have you really known
Anyone, anyone at all?

Like me, the dark city
Thinks its recall
Is its own
But have not its thoughts
Been suggested
In the bone?

I've seen things
You people would not believe
Great glittering c-beams
Fires feeding on an airplane

All these thoughts
Moments I've collected
All, all will be lost
Lost like tears in rain