Big City Dreamer

Making car bombs with balls of foil and bottles of gasoline;

sometimes it's not enough to be polite,
and you just have to find your own way.


Broken lighters and an empty pack of 100's;

sometimes flies are attracted to the less putrid smells,
like the back of my arm
or the cramp in my side.


Walking seems to get you somewhere slow,
but enough of it puts you back into the true perspective of life;

sometimes the grass is greener on the other side,
but usually, when you check, you find out it was all just weeds and clovers.