it’s so quiet
too fucking quiet
i can’t think
without the music on
breathing in
the recycled air
in this empty hotel
the edge of babylon.

i keep going out
for walks
aware there is
nothing to see here
nothing to be here
an interruption
a disruption
mistyped code
deletes the function
an empty junction
facing the dark side
of nowhere
off somewhere
lies the path to paradise
but i sit in this dirty alley
with a pair of dice
a hot streak
betting empty cans
with the rest
of the pleasant
the malfeasant
the legion of lesions
masked banditos
in a lawless land
of locked down dreamers
floating facedown
high stakes planted
between the welts raising
across indecent longing.

it’s so quiet
too fucking quiet
i can’t think
without the music on
breathing in
the recycled air
in this empty hotel
the edge of babylon.