I blew smoke in back rooms
filled with pills.
Lost in the haze of darkness,
I came out into the morning light
pedaling faster in my own mind
while the shadows above spill tear drops upon concrete.
Surrounded by the blur of everything,
I walk in silence to my destination.
Laying still upon a tar-mopped rooftop–
the thickness of the black rubber pull at my skin,
suffocating me as I drown.
Overlooking hell I being to smile.
I love living in the city.