Chainsmoking Your Love

Among these plains he's familiar. Red eye flights, bloodshot eyes, and hard biting liquor on the rocks. The zeros that sit beside each other on a 24hr clock.

Tokyo and it's cold neon. New York and it's sleepless lids, Berlin and it's concrete square Brutalism.

Ugly buzz of tacky lights from seedy bars to strip joints, blinking, into dingy back streets, iron slick fire escapes drenched in relentless sheets of rain.

There are always places like these. Places he's often needed. Places where no one cares.

The place where he found you.