01.
Yellow streetlights over trash covered sidewalks, illuminating the murky lives
of the swarms of city rats doused in either Chanel no. 5°
or cigarette smoke, and with hazy eyes
they rip into life with teeth like knives ー
"fuck, we're all crazy bastards", I proclaim to the sky,
as I watch an empty coke can float by
and think to myself with a sigh,
I should probably write some poetry.