Foundations of Reason (a crappy poem)

[Yeah, poetry. Don't get used to it.]

strung along like a child's toy train wreck or
tenement clotheslines
flapping and fraying exposed in
the wind
our thoughts chattering specters fluttering around
skyscrapers
like bits of litter spiraling unsettled in
the updraft
born from hot sidewalks and the burning blocks of
the human depths
a glint of clarity in the conductor's eye as he careens toward
the wall.