Peed ontop a roof top
as lady like as a
butter finger in August
heat, melting, dripping
Not all the lights are
working tonight
I hope I run into a
homeless man, honest man
The light show doesnt
go on all night
neither does the stupor
you put yourself through
Im naive in downtown,
alone
Crowne Plaza screams
at me ten stories up
I wish I had that presence.
Hot damn, the first stanza alone was worth it all, and then you pushed forward and created an outstanding piece of poetry. There is nothing I don't like about this, you wrote it so well. And the fact that even after several reads, I still find myself pondering over it.
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