In Him City

He and the city are one. I feel like he is around
every corner…he is.
I feel like his heart is beating beneath
concrete and with each palpitation it sends
a vibration up my legs to my spine to my
heart yes it does.

He is the illumination of curved street lights
and sheen on wet pavement.
He is the spirit of Detroit. He is a sulfuric symphony
and the dirge of Cass Corridor.
He makes his presence known as my Kirby King
and he sings songs in perfect harmony…oh yes he does.

To say I love the city is to say I love him and to say
I love him is to say I love city.
He is my city and I want to be there
in my city for better or worse.

He is summer time in the heart of the plaza he is
the heart beat of young adolescent
lovers who have just missed curfew
because they were kissing to long.
He is the air in their tender lungs as
they run in vain to beat the street lights.

He is all over my city and my city all over him.
Te dijo la verdad y nada mas el esta en mi ciudad y me mente.
Ya todvia el tiene las llaves a mi casa de sol.

For every step he takes I take two. He and I have some enchanted trinity he is my city and my city is he. In him city.