Chaos Capital

We drive back home into the chaos capital -

Drunk like the Argonauts avid for fleece -

With the still, distilled reveal of the clavicle

Curve of alt buildings we glimpse from the bridge.

Towers grouped sharply in sensuous groves,

The slang of their toes well-rooted in streets,

Electric with blooms, concrete as our souls,

Coolly envelop us in their ambient leaves.

Here we are richer than our many adventures -

An orchard whose merchants guard us with want -

Where a million millionaire hedge fund managers

Are skirting starvation at the table of life.

City of dreams, meet the fruit of delight.

Now: time we make babies by the whisper of night.