everythings drenched
the overhangs are
cascading the storm
off their backs
even the tentacles of wires
seem slumped with the
effort

Red Neon
like blood spilling down
the drains
poster eyes run like
vivid ghosts

four months the
snows will walk
from the sacred
mountians and
cover all this shit
turning it too postcard
pastels
coffee shoppes
and saki bars with
novella's

shiny scooters
huddle with compacts
on streets wide enough
for carts

beneath plastic see through
the crowds murmur past
like worshippers too
shrines
we nod and smile
so kind

everything slows in
this sluggish current
brazier smoke chokes
the drafts creeping
slow as a dragon
through alleyways
dumpsters and air
conditioners
jutting out
tiger chins
White Tiger
a kitty's purr

my laughs a slur
my suits soaked
who cares
but I keep a grip
moving through
the hood
passport back
in the provided
room
my six always
a hundred fifty
behind

the shoulder
strap on my
right
I draw left handed

torential fonts
blurred in the
imagery
but I found the
addee
a simple door
behind which
is a world and
kingdom of much
desire

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