
Long and lanky ghosts
standing still outside my bus
brittle and leafless

Long and lanky ghosts
standing still outside my bus
brittle and leafless

Magnificent sun
watching over our city
photographer clicks

Sunsets winter nights
rows of trees and disco lights
gang’s here to party

We seek good fortunes
in the depths of our oceans
even at world’s edge.

In smug godliness
I look down at skyscrapers
hundred floors above