walls

your rainbow socks dreadlocks
black nail-polish to tell you apart
leather jacket black shirt or shit
this ain't going nowhere

these scenes
and vacated streets
poets for stalkers
and over priced drinks

conversation mandatory
slurring speech
you just want to fuck to get sick
and curse the bitch

and if it's self delusion
or destruction
then long live
this town

because a memory of walls
cannot be spoken of
nor broken
down.