cute daisy on fire

im in love with a girl
but i dont know her name
im in love with a girl
but she has no face
makes no sound

she's the streetcar coasting
but you cant hear it
the crossing-guard smoking grey
grate-sleeping homeless
steel erecting plasticity
and legends dying.
she comes around when the church steeples
are no longer the tallest in town.

the frowning disillusioned
the upturned palms
the angry screamers
the closed fist
the digitized tones
and the head full of ecstasy

she's the keyboard reborn
yesterdays scrutiny
and a new sanity


the music is dying
and we're all killing ourselves
in this age of everything
but she's around
try to find her,
but she makes no sound.