night…

sitting in dark…
listening…
rain beats on rooftops…
streets shine…
cars drive past…

and down the hall loud music is played…
noise really…
a towel under the doorway…
smell of kush…
grown men yell at a video game…

train wails…
taking hobos to another town…
cigarette butts left behind…
bottles of brandy…
cheap kind…

i wait in night…
taking it all in…
sounds of a city…
a truck rolls down alleyways…
watching from a perch…

toilet runs…
old man wheezes…
I reach for you and you are not there…
shadows cast on white walls…
singular…this life is singular…

sitting in dark…
listening…
rain beats on rooftops…
streets shine…
cars drive past…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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