zebrasindenver

the streets are quiet and orange

it is 1am

ive left a beautiful girl at the base of her stairs

as my love is in another city

i take the alleyways

quiet

aside from my own clanks

my python skin boots creak

wooden soles agains concrete ring echoes

my legs are like iron logs

 my heavy shoulders slump fatigued

with an email from my ex wife

and a poster of a rock show under my arm

there is a beer at home

my legs are like stumps

and the woman i love

is further away  than my imagination can travel

it is wednesday

in montreal

and the city is quiet

and so god damn

fucking pretty