'CHINATOWN'
The wet blanket of isolation gets under the skin like ants in the carpeting.
Insisting, bothersome, nuisances.
Afflicted sharp pressure points -
chewing into your comfort zones.

Snowing-
The crack vials have freezer burns where the sidewalk touches rainbows underneath the steamy chimneys of the asphalt earth.

Silhouettes once remembered
Withering away
Leftover Polaroids - now burnt to ashes
At the bedside of my cigarette and the shallow of my minds eye.

Winter-
Streets exhaling words
Lacerating from the monologue that cradles razors.
The typewriter swigs a slug and laments the inconvenience
of compassion
The low-water mark on the battlefield.

After Hours-
When night breeds the neon mistletoe between the flame and the pull.
Burning with the beauty of midnight in contradiction to the restless pulse of the fertile evening

Buildings stretched vertical
Talons scrapping the evening sky
Snow fall fills the cracks
Counterfeit dreams and authentic scheming
Decadence and Vice within the windchill that exasperates the Naked City.

Howling parables and loathsome ravings
Fire escape romances and vivid memory
Larceny and last call with red-light cravings
Crimson cherry burns to the filter
the taste of yesterday drips -
like illicit memories.
-SamHaiNe