The Night Life.

I sit on the rusted balcony.
The sounds of the city float up to my late night perch above the city. I close my eyes and take it in.

Can you hear it?

it's Jazz.

It start out slow, a quiet beat. the hearttbeat of the city, always there always going . Then as part of it go's to sleep another part wakes, the dark half stirs. a part of news stories and crime statitics. Of bodies in dumpsters and kids dead from by Junk and bad Herb. Just another number just another whole that has to be dug the next day.

The quiet is gone now I can hear it all like water crashing against the cliffs, sounds comes to my ears.


LOUDER AND LOUDER IT GETS! UNTIL I WANT TO SCREAM.
But whats the point? In this city screams are everware just listen. 

Junkies screaming in parks in pads in allys. al around they scream to me. Aways screaming as needles snap in veins the junk soaked brains fireing off before death. The last imiage 
only know to them floats in front of there eyes untill the darkness reaches takes there dead soul

Down stairs banging starts, another failed marrige. Kids not even teens yet  see how cold the world is. Parents  blame one another for everthing.the child cries the neighbors turn up tv's some yells to them SHUT THE FUCK UP!

It gets lost in the snever ending music of the city.

IT ALL GETS LOUDER!


The girl is at it again next door.
another cheap john away from home on a business trip. The door slams as he leaves the girl has just enough for a skin pop. Another 4 she might even get high but who knows times are bad now. She Cries for her soul or maybe the worlds. But who gives a shit just another runaway teen whore in a world full of them.


A siren cries close followed  by gunshots adds some flavor to the tune around me. another kid trying to get by real easy like. he has never been behind those locked doors tonight will be his first time. To the cops it's just another faceless smuck to lock up in an hour they wont even remember his name.