Ramble...

12:32 am, broke, 72 degrees, exhausted, full moon, silent
Silent morning envelopes the broken boulevards
Desert’s sweet kiss of wind falls upon the lonely souls of Apache Blvd.
I sit atop my idle perch watching their desperation
Clear a view as the 25 cent binoculars atop Paris in Las Vegas
The junkies swagger the pavement mixing up the medicine
The queens of the night wander the palms
Reaching for the next bill
Gunshots rip through cheap blinds
Madness barks into the night
Bullets drop to the pavement
The heroes of the city are redeemed
Pulled up with the golden touch
Sucked down by doing too much
Smoke runs down my nostrils
Anticipation grips me like a fever
I’m coming home now