The city is wrapped around me like a blanket tonight. The cars
wait in long cues for me to pass by shopfronts and hookers and office windows
that shine down on me like stars. I see shadows in the darkness that reach out
and pull me through doorways into empty bars and sex clubs and parties of
strangers huddled around the heat of a cigarette in lofts over empty banks and open
planned warehouses that dement the soul and pump out babies on conveyor belts. I
am drunk, stoned, depressed, on a train in the darkness going around and around
and the people around me stare at their reflections in the windows and see only
the city as it wraps around them like a blanket and slowly they dissolve.
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