The Highs Are Too High

He ran, in the slick black street

Looking back

Over his shoulder

The streetlights watched and winked

He ran, sweating, in the rain

He had left them, sipping cocktails like

In a silent movie

A roomful of teeth, white and waiting

Walls & windows breathing

He slipped, in the gutter

Weeping in frustration

Spinning from martinis

Laughing at the water

- The highs are too high

- And the lows are way too low

Strangers changing faces

Underneath umbrellas

Turning into animals

A predatory carnival

- The highs are too high

- And the lows are way too low

Sleeping in their taxis

Old men behind their papers

The women in the alley

Are smiling at him strangely

- The highs are too high

- And the lows are way too low