Surface Diving

Fly through times square
Before the discounts evade even the keenest of shoplifters
Time and time again lost in the wilderness of unknown black ghosts
Who snorkel to breath when the oxygen is so thin from our misunderstanding
They dive back and forth to the wall in anticipation of motorboats
Or cops, whichever may appear first

And lost may be a pseudonym for hearts solidly implanted in the mix
Horizons vanish behind shadows of doubtful skyscrapers
Unwilling to give the mind or the eye the thoughtful glance at the rest
Outside becomes unchangingly out of style
Look within, stay within, never be out of the loop

But we know the fashion circles mean nothing in the disk of life
Because any counterspin comes up square
And in times square, that’s out of line with the trends
We can crash into the city but the city can’t make a permanent dent in us
Besides, of course, our wallets.