I am transparent.
There is ease to see through me
and all that I want.
Child falling down
on the street, not a whimper.
He's tougher than me.
A steamy bathroom,
a sweat glaze on my body,
just trying to breathe.
The matchbook sits there.
Used up and only cardboard,
it is useless now.
The streets, a mixture
of salt and dirt together.
Imagine the wound.
The airshaft, a hum.
Reading East of Eden now.
The evil abounds.
Pony up those dues.
Boy, all must be paid in full.
Silent snickering.
There's no reflection
in the rancid, dark puddles.
A street corner swirls.
I tossed a nickel.
Heads or tails? Heads or tails? Heads?
Can't find it again.
Mash ups, quick edits.
Backwards loops, all exciting.
Decipher meaning.
