A collision of wind and rain
weaving through the air tonight.
Our star fueled ambitions
teasing through a neon haze.
Were we like this too?
Painted drunken blue.
Wasting our days in our minds,
Television religion, tethered to rent.
Painting sky castles on soiled walls,
Middle fingers reserved for politicians,
our angst kept us violent and warm.
Chasing some notion of love
in backrooms and day dreams,
This city is a spiral of illusions
twisting with our pretensions.
Those were savage days downtown,
As Sam said, "you wake or you drown"
We traced our shadows that night,
Watched old ghosts take flight.