The Inside Of The City Poem by Zyw Zywa

Inexperienced travellers get lost
so soon in unknown regions
They are tempted
by alleys and signals
and go down the stairs

to the inside
ignorant where they are, somewhere
for real or just romping around a little
in their heads, turned crazy
crazier craziest by their senses

which surround them with walls
that they want to touch
to know if they are hard
or that they can float
right through them at a gallop

They are looking for a hand, a body
They want to talk, fight if necessary
with someone who will grab their axis
to stop the monologue
that shrills into their ears