10 December 2012
City streets, Iron trees, With bright orange lights, Holding back the night
Cold frost, Young and lost, Steamy breath, exhaled, Small map, no detail.
Tangled streets, Shady meets, A pretence of obliviousness, What they're doing no need to guess.
Clammy hand, Violent demand, Tossed aside to the floor, No money no more.
Bus fare, Not there, Sitting down to sob and weep, Approaching scary shady creep.
Soft murmur, Rape murder, She don't care no more, No feeling when dead on the floor.
City Lights • Opuss № I