Apophastic Player

Outside I feel your city seem to
breathe beneath my feet
It's the restless irritated pulse
of One who can't find sleep
I watch the moon play coy behind
the clouds and bat-like floating leaves
and hear the city sigh between its
concrete crossword puzzle trees
as I am led to showrooms
of the id, kept dark and loud
to keep the neurons firing blanks
and higher thoughts bogged down
while mannequins dolled up to impress
nurse expensive drinks and haunt their scenes
obvious like advertisements
stuffed in magazines
Glossy in the dimness
like neon catching smoke
Resentful of the buoyancy
of bitter ghosts