two concepts
dance around
in my mind
from time to time

the first one is
secure
small towns and
familiar faces
streets with grass
growing in the cracks
and parking lots with
the footprint of my
disintegrating shoe
pressed into fresh asphalt

streetlights that
come on to let
me know it’s time
to go home
a soft place
to call my own

the second one is
romantic
intriguing and scary
traffic and lights
and people and buildings
that fight to reach
into the clouds
an unfamiliar city
with corners and caveats
to explore for the first time

lights that never
burn out
restless crowds
to fade into
as soon as someone
learns your name

two very different thoughts
both equally
concerning in
two very different ways

complacency or
out of place?

i refuse to give
myself an answer
or maybe i’m afraid
to let myself wander

but a third question
knocks on my
skull and
lets itself in

and i can’t help
but wonder

what does
five in the morning
feel like when you
can’t see the sunrise
casting shadows
on empty fields?

does the world still
find a moment to
release its breath
before the day begins
when the city didn’t
even sleep the night before?

what if i don’t
belong here?

which outcome would
leave me least misplaced?

Laying down on asphalt.
Burnt embers on your lips.
A taste so nostalgic.

Hands joined, baked by the sun.
Onyx speckled visage.
The crackle of lips chapped.

Whispers tickle my ear.
Your nail gently clawing.
Our hearts finally free.

you must taste the bitterness
of the fruits you bear

you know, they say
there is light at the end of the tunnel
but tell me,
how long must this journey last

You have no
Reason to love
Me; for I am as
Attractive as a
Badly made, cracked mosaic
A lumpy *** thrown from
Flawed clay

Specializing in the most lavish ways to worship your body,
making you feel
like the richest man alive.