A poem in free verse:                                                                      

Descent

Indignant

Tall in ourselves

Laughing and with words

Falling out like music blaring from high windows

City

Wretched buzzing signs

Dirty carpet at our feet

Creosote, stinking diesel summer

Horrible attraction

Crawling down to the nude defective earth

Grimy mud-puddle mirrors reflecting blue and white

Broken

Shoulder turned to hard laughter

And words

Falling on us

Like music blaring from high windows