You Can’t Help Yourself

  The anger that grows from upstairs neighbors’ overheard disputes     leaves you longingly looking at the windows in front of you     you can’t help yourself   You can’t deny that the monotony makes you a little sad      you focus on the details      that blur the image of everyday   And though you might say cynical, the cynic pities everything   All you ever wanted was … Continue reading You Can’t Help Yourself

Cities Past Dreams

That one day, when the city has fallen asleep and dim housing lights, sullen, are outshined by the stars, we will turn our ears past the violence that mars the fluorescent tulips in my turbulent backyard. Wheels that spin forward under the shadow of lurking skyscrapers behind a choleric sun, inconsistently halt and grind.   After erroneous decisions we will then seek the rhythm of … Continue reading Cities Past Dreams