Blue bodies on cold concrete;
mildew grazing up against dehydrated skin
soaked with liquor and caffeine.
Adrenaline replacing purpose,
rent replacing homes.
Counting down on chipped and gnawed-off fingernails
how many hours left –
Quickly passing drinks and secrets.
This is no party,
this is no ball,
this is simply a gathering of souls –
not minds –
to collect and feel
when nowhere else seems possible to exist.
Those buildings with bricks and bosses
Those homes with mothers and burnt cast iron
Not even the bodies exist;
they lay motionless against the cold concrete,
bodies gone blue.