#10

Come on, baby, we're going out tonight--
the lights over the hills are twinkling
like a thousand shards of neon.

Along Hollywood Boulevard, there is a line
of teenage kids looking up at the giant
pouring sugar on their tongues.

All of them dancing like quotation marks,
curving in the in hot pink night,
alternating between fast and slow motion film.

We'll glide through like ghosts,
ghosts, baby, through the moss glass
glitter crowds, under the eyes of a giant.