Misery's breath is creation
An impulsive response
Repression expressed, so vividly
Like sun on a winter morning

Beneath lights that whisper
In fear of the dark
The worms of the evening emerge
From piles, half fermented, indigestible spew from the intestines of the city
They stalk along the alleys like sharp dressed felines
Awake
Unfettered

Between fluttered curtains on a 13th floor flat, man argues with woman
Morning follows night
Ad infinitum