By Lucas Herrara
Welding the infrastructure for eternal existence
Hopes of forever lasting
The city breathes at me spiting out the residual,
a survival of the fittest type scenario
and flashing with cop chases and gold chains
The goop of the fiends cake the candy sidewalk
with beat bus stop cig fog no matter talks.
There’s an echo when you drift by
the sound resonates bouncing off elite concrete
to remind you of your undesirability.
.There’s dogs walking themselves
long lost leashes of who knows to share enough caring
or times when they were warm inside at night,
those days before them lit up with contrast,
You call forth everything trying to remember the hooks of a shook mental
indeed shocked there with a quick instrumental
a symphony of fleas one too many pleas
in hoping that the hands on the clock or grains in the hour glass will see
I still, nomadic by nature,
strive out with only the restraint of currency that brings me back here again
The moon is full but I am starving.