That Place Up Ahead

Can you hear it? The music plays
It sounds so loud with future phase.
It comes from a place ahead in time
It knows no tempo, it knows no rhyme.

The children burn magazines in barrels here.
They throw down much knowledge
They pick up no fear.

The old women pass by and think it a pity
Newspaper rides the wind
In this dirty old city.

And up in the air not a bird nor a plane.
Their fuels all expended
The skies still and in vain.

But a well-dressed confidante comes fancifully by
She talks on her phone, she smiles with a sigh.
Not all would be lost
In this far away place
So long as there be women.
She fair, with nice hair,
And good taste