penniless decadents

there's more for us here. cynics mocking themselves in paradise and the way the last light lasts, draws out and open and orange. lies we tell to the night, don't come in! i'm undressed! baby ducks on the canal, and the littlest one can't keep up. someone dives from a bridge, and splashes the quais with green water. a big hand sweeps down and scoops some of us into the sky.