Leather and whiskey, a bitter release
I dodge the puddle on the street, I clacker, I tease
The shoegazing haze beckons me to the brew
I swallow and slug, throat warm, I wait for what must ensue
Feet wait in steady patience
Kind ankles, placid toes
Wriggle as I do on a Sunday afternoon
The pillow waits for emancipation
Big mind wails in sorrow
Manic hysteria , crowded street
The skyline sweats its salty vengeance.
Palpitating condensation, bellowing its ugly plume of pollute
The city exhales as I dodge the street, but I stay resolute.