View from 1407

A kaleidoscope of 90 degree angles
Give way to pattern of two four two one two
Outstretched limbs cover the soiled spread
As ESPN relentlessly plays on
Below fingers pound plastic coated strokes with fervor
Desperate to keep pace in the human promise of sacrifice
A silhouette in terry cloth garments emerges
Drenched in the day’s end and towel wet strands
CNN boasts market finishes and recent casualties
A light fades to dim
One soul turns corners of covers
On street level the sounds reverb and clamor with shrieks and laughter
Black mirrors merge into the backdrop of the city sky
Reflecting the eager energy to be something
A red light placed in the sill to the left
Perhaps unintentional but one has to speculate
The skeletons that pretend to be ghosts between four walls
Porn blasts across from across the alley
Drawn drapes don’t disguise addiction
Five four two
An aluminum can of wasted promise and regret in hand
Embers burn and fall to the ground
A smoker’s perch of many obscurities to observe