I'm listening to the night birds and the rain on my rotting balcony rent unpaid and teetering. I wonder if the birds call even when they don't want to, cause they are worried about another birds feelings. I'd say I was battling streetlights for the moon but I don't think the moon is coming tonight. left
the fight for warmer
climes, for the other side of the scenery. the rain comes down in rhythm but it leaves me feeling a shitty musician. until I hear the siren song I'm lost in the jumble of neither here nor there. wee wah woo wah and then the night begins to sing.