City Dillusions

Silence of me

 All agents are currently busy,

continue to hold

As my ex maid said, “oh you’re in the neighborhood”

Witnessed my first drug deal living here so far,

It’s night

The city is alive

It’s raining

But the street lights are still bright

Busy street

Blurs of headlights in my peripherals

Blurs of past emotions in my cup of Sofia and minute maid cranrassberry juice

Whispers of my music

Hendrix unsure of this place

Presses hard behind me,

Waiting for Emma

It took him no time to fall in love with Em the way I did

He is quite content

Makes me happy

What a mild poem I am writing

Mediocore prose perhaps

Beautiful dose perhaps

Beating the elderly

Smothering the incapacitated

Fleeting fancies

A moment where Jq appealed to the ghosts lustful dillusions of grandeur,

“we are 22 and live in this amazing place in the Hollywood hills, no where but up from here!”

Words pulled like a tooth tied to a doorknob

She fell into her archytypes abyss

Back to my present

A lucky man I am

With the love of truth

Next to me every night

Making these mornings worth it next to her

I am finally in love