Wanderer - 10.05.15

Where the streets are named Light Breeze, or Whispering Bamboo

And shadows, give Loki a run for his money

Where Dogs living by their rules alone, run, snarl and scavenge

Where the moon, drunk is upside down, casting its light on famished clouds

Where the stars constantly leave their dust in my face

Where my breath gets heavy with fat, and my thoughts,

Laden with you, start spewing this non-sense,

This is where I walk and roam