A Punch Drunk Love Letter To The City

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.


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