Living City

wet pavement
nervous eyes
honking horns
careless obscenities
culling some
semblance of
a 20-something
life full of
strange faces
sad faces
pissed off faces
one or two
happy faces
buses full
insidious rain
trying hard
not to bump into
anyone since
we're playing
a game where
we pretend
nobody exists
day jobs
night jobs
in between jobs
stiff drinks
fast cash
big ideas
live updates
staving off
boredom by
piling on the
pointless shit
can't spend
a moment alone
in spite of
always needing
to get away
forgetting what
it's like to
have silence but
remembering what
it's like to
have love