Limoncello & Legs

courtyards of screams & smiles glare
like bright street-lamps turned on
too late, glittering cold as a winter sun-

blue was last year's trend, tourists,
easy marks with no fashion sense,
forget that shit rolls down hill-

sidewalk shopping malls, gutters-
beside bottle cap streets-
a purse seller swears on stranger's-souls

of someone else's relatives that
he found them in Burberry's district
Gucci's alleyway-

Swarovski crystals are the ash & mortar
this city breathes while limoncello &
hookers coat the streets-

-all liquor & legs-

puzzle-piece temples, parliaments of
conquerors-street mosaics, counterfeit
replicas, from spray cans-

a city leaning towards the ocean, teetering
on a mountain face- incompetent architects,
drunks built a straight line to the universe-

as stars fell off the horizon, they gazed at the Gods