Yes, I’m awake!       You can’t blame the sounds of the city.                  They are relentless.                                        They crash against you so,       Brace yourself:       Hep Cats       Cool Kids       Half Deads       And Skin Heads,       Jock Boys       And Tommy Girls       Computer Geeks       And Intellectuals,       Goth Kids       And Cigarette Smokers       Big Drinkers       And Bud Tokers,       The Punk Rock Kids       The Masses of Trendsetters.       And all of you that can’t be explained any better.       Brace yourself.                             Watch your surge.       Lest your bundle of prejudice be scattered among those who pick you to pieces,       And wear you like a badge that shields their heart.       Brace yourself.                             Because one thing is for sure,       The night in this city comes, and its sounds can make you a god for a moment,       or wash your existence away.       jDk

MIDWESTERN SKIES       He ached,                         Liquid and whispering                                                In his delicate fool vision,       Longing in and out of secrets he would whisper in her ear.       It would be like:       Soft,       Soft,       Heat,       On banished bodies too long been cold from the wires of being alone.       Secrets       Such       As,       "I could be your lonely Cowboy."       jDk