Plexiglass River City

an inconsistence in color
is vaguely familiar
to the eye, this time of the year.

yes it's mid-April again, and it's like the world turned
slowly but steadily those six hours i wasn't waking
and landed my bed under another sky
on another plexiglass river city
another new new street

the corners look the same
the streetlights haven't changed
but the smiles, oh the smiles
the skirts and the ankles
those timid shoulders

this also has its disadvantages, don't believe
in what the seasonal anglo-saxon says.
i haven't spoken to strangers tonight
and, inevitably, i feel as i wasted a day