In this room...

Blistered cardboard walls
And a monotonous bulb
Guttering above me
Like a flickering 60 watt sun
That forgot to shine

Surrounded by the scent
Of stale cigarettes
And the scattered remnants of nightmares

Footsteps outside my door
Disembodied fragments of men
Scurrying down infinite corridors of silence

Leaning out my window
Into the sprawling urban night
The wafting bouquet of garbage
And human decay
The relentless symphony
Of wailing sirens and fractured screams

The ****** on the corner
Pacing her purgatory of sidewalks
With abscent feline grace

I light my last cigarette
Burning my throat and stomach
Blowing smoke rings of oblivion
Toward the stained, unresponsive ceiling

Scrawling desperate verse
To a love in a far distant place
Wondering if she'll ever find me
Amidst this wreckage and ruin

One day they will find me
My silliest pen caught
In a stigmata death grip
With nothing but tattered notebooks
And scattered throwaways
To mark my earthly sojourn.