harsh noise and coffee
not exactly a relaxing start to the day
couldn't bear to turn on something
that complemented the cooling rain

a break in the heat
oppressive like this sound
heavy and thick like this coffee

i prefer the city on fire
imagine it all disappearing
and feel a calm knowing that though it is a
heavy concrete wound
it will give way in the end

the small yellow flower
breaking through the sidewalk on grand
the lake breathing in and out
waiting to strike
the sticky rain trying desperately to wash away
the memory of what once was
a shining beacon of the modern world

the city is not unlike my heart
fuck my heart