Heavy thick
I drag and drape
I am nowhere and in between
Weighted in zigzag streets and yesterday’s grime
In this city my own
Purgatory haze
Sheets cleaner than before
Than then.
Crisp
Light
With lead lies, familiar static stride
I’ll catch my breath
And in dark orange corners
Pray that it’ll escape my lungs again;
S O O N.
I would gasp, then –
Violent and bitter lick
Sting behind half closed eyes
A wallop in my side
A needle with its burning build
You know the one
Scratch scratch scratch.
Thank YOU, and thank you all
For helping me out this way
Waiting watch less.
I think upon first light
The very same thought;
Who was it that said –
‘Nothing easy was ever much fun’
And,
Do you think what they meant was –
To become complacent, darling, is to die..?