Flick Ups
There is nothing
Just this ball and me
And a cushion of undulating air and leather that separates us
And finally im not alone
Oblivious and perfect
Without a thought to the passing of time or if I fail
There is nothing but focus
Energy
Just this intuitive grace
And the freedom it gives me
A Roof Top Soiree
The city buzzes’ below me
And a thousand thoughts pulsate
As vagrant and abandoned dreams join me above the smog
Seeking refuge and air from the neon haze of car fumes and advertising
The roads from here stretch out
Fading in all directions
Inching their way closer to the edge
As do these wired legs
As I size up the next roof top and swell with energy
This is my playground
And the city will be just as alive in the morning
But for now only window lights and the faint glimmer of stars will beguile these eyes
Whilst hourglass figures silhouette and askew
Behind parted blinds
A thousand lives weave out a web and bind each other together
But we always forget to smile at each other
What a money trench this is
But what tainted glamour we’ll share for a while
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