The sounds of the city drowns my thoughts
It’s an obscene carnival!
the hot blast of horns and the glass falling to the pavement
It puts glitter on the concrete and talks to me as I dance over it’s scintillation
Weight on my shoulders
Like heavy cold
There is no comfort in this
I assure you none at all
I’ve lost sight of my shadow, he’s out there somewhere, probably drinking under an overpass or shacked up with some feral cat.









