Of all the lights in the streets
these flicker like warnings,
messages from the kind of people
who keep trying to teach me something
but all I seem to care about anymore
are the lessons I have to learn myself.
I think I was raised
on 2nd hand information,
like the points were now dull
and the stories had grown so high
that the buildings began to suffer
from all the bodies
impacting their sidewalks
where illegal artists spray portraits
over the dying bricks.