Pulse; life lives here
Clicking it's heels on gum-speckled sidewalks between sirens and
Cigarette butts spouting carbon, Diamonds at the right temperature,
Polluting for the time being
Wasted
In drunken stupors under
Bright lights and the
would-have-been
dreams of a has-been.
So many people come to this city with dreams...so few succeed..