looking up at the skyline
through broken blinds
between hell and beauty
there's a thin line
I capture the broken
along with the fractured
there's fire in the sky
beautiful like fireworks
in the month of July
success to me is pie
I do want the cake too
the lights on on but
I can't see through
tall dark smoke glass
erected buildings I view
from the the ledge
of my condition where
helicopters pass by but
don't stop, I flash the
light on the ant bite
on my leg, turning red
I scratched until I bled
feeling one with the azure
where are the stars, I wonder
they seem so small and not
too bright, just a grain of light
tonight, I rather fall and sleep
through it all but, I have to
wake up to tell God, goodnight