You only show your face
When it's hidden by the night,
And I seem to be on
An insatiable search
For some sort of sunrise.

Perfection
can only come from the ones
who thrive for success,
who need everything to be just right.
There is no such things as
mediocre
or in between.
It's like life and death -
you're never satisfied with both.

Boneless city
How did I never see you waver in my youth?
Ignorant of the tilt and the blows dealt on day-to-day walks
Stepping into bruises, slamming into ****** grit

Boneless street
You bring my head all the closer to the ground
All the further from the clouds
From all your round about; circular, ocean mouth
Shark-toothed belly ache
You find yourself insatiate

Quaint, the flesh of a dying city
The concrete simmer, the metallic retreat
The dust in lieu of blanket smog
No fractures with all struts gone
Only a once inflation, reduced flat
A stranger finding himself within
Wading liquid glass that shaves off chunks
Of everything, but the lack