far from here, in country sleep <br />houses and hay-ricks are deaf to street-car clamor <br />innocent of thirty-foot signs <br />scything neon shadows through this room <br />where I am hot and sleepless in my shirt-sleeves. <br /> <br />I would imagine the moon <br />and sleeping under fruit-trees, but <br />my radio's short on country airs. No more help <br />in this heavy-metal fraternity of night, these shadows <br />sweeping muck across the carpet. <br /> <br />city, I have you, exactly where you want me <br />in the sooty palm of a love I did not choose.<br /><br />Brian Purdy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/city-i-have-you/
