eyes closed and gently singing...

miles of buildings playing

musical lights with no one

home.

perched on a rooftop, the wind

running her fingers through

my hair.

a child wild as ever, smirking indelibly

at concrete modules splattered by their

own brains.

taking in deep breaths of quality alert air--

and puffing out a dragon's fraught column

of fire.

gotta light it up just to see straight, passed and

through...make way, my scene.

a sort of rough draft being smoothed out, you see...

now i gotta **** half this city to work your energy

out of me.