to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river!

by Eliana Benaim

down by the southbank no one could find
you if their life depended on it
illuminations across the river spasm xenon
(the yellowness is outstanding) refracting
on acapulco gold smirched streets
blood vessel epiphanies burst neon
zigzag candyman turkey-tina star-dust snow-bird turf-jellies pig-highs
hey you lights
i did not encourage that wink
the underpass is quiet
the carousel inane inane inane