Roosevelt Ave

Floating down Roosevelt

The sky is bruised

You got nothing to lose

Watching a cigarette melt

Into dust, where do you put your trust

When the world is clawing at your gut?

A soft touch is like a dream

The hardness smooths, the red goes blue

Can't say what the sum of it means

The mirror winks, there's blood in the sink

And nothing to drink

Pleasure-seeking animal instinct

You don't have a home

You're just a fleck of light passing by

Ticking like a metronome

Keeping time, looking for signs

Something divine

Something to enlighten or align

Schisms scratching at the great design