smoking the rent

Fuckin hell, im distracted. A million roads stretch out from each moment. I’m channel surfing. I’m tapping on my handheld. I’m standing in the middle of Times Square feeling horny, tired, happy, and sad as i try not to look up and get my head lost in the lights. I look each person I pass defiantly in the eye for a single second before looking back down, stoned and uncertain.Later onAlone and