a sexed up nighttime walker
click clack
down empty streets
full to the brim
with disgusting dreams

I photograph the secrets of the city
stealing your fondest darkness
and publishing the shameful lust
for them all to see
the vultures
hunting with talons of words so sharp
teeth bared, dripping ink
onto the forehead of the dreamer

toss turning on rough,
pure, delinquent ambition
what you taste after years
of restless sleep

I've ignored endless regrets
but not one about opening a ming
brilliantly high
choose a new poison
and slip into a sense of entitlement.