saturday

dusty new york city smog scape,
little corners of aged faces like semi-cracked mortar crumbling onto the fully fractured sidewalk concrete,
most of us just hang in dreams,
hopelessly romanticizing all the big lights and pretty eyes in our surroundings,
i am learning the art of hesitation,
and the art of leading in full swing with my pressurized engine following suit,
running through motionless four o'clock morning,
you are marathoning through my head - giving motion to my four o'clock morning,
while i'm still learning how to breathe