Poem: A Rest

The empty lots
which are my peace
amidst the cities
of Bride and Beast
places where trash
and lost souls linger
find me pointing
with my finger
toward the world
of money and greed
thankful that
I have no need
to run around
in circles small
instead I sit
with back to wall
to sit a moment
to rest and drink
to have a smoke
and then a pee
breath a breath
and sing a song
praying that
life wont
last long