Fortified Senses

I can smell something
grasping at my legs


the sun is setting
tree stilettoes silhouetted
dancing into darkness

and elsewhere cars
park in alleyways
like highways to anyways

oh, what I wonder
I wonder

catch me for a spell
and listen to the day
creaking to a halt

the proclivities

of men to seek

bold new ways to

simper in the most

fortified castles

I suppose it is difficult
to understand from another
perch high above the scents

but drifting eyes
hasten to catch hold
of whatever is left
to hoist us beyond
these thick fragrances

roaming

the night

we all should know why
fathers build tree forts
for their burgeoning sons