one twist in the atmosphere

living in the fire lands
with hypodermic accuracy

i may not be a totally streetwise son of a bitch
but
i know what side the gutter is on

i know the sensation of shattering glass
and it's not as bright
as it seems

stare up at the stars
notice how they try
to bust loose
from that hideous sky
notice how the crisp heat
snaps
the city
wide open

thin wire cuts across my mind
fence like

break into wakefulness
and gasping eyes

stretch
for a breath of vision
and you know
that sky
is all we're going to get