Red Light District

Morning Haze
The quiet of only one other set of distant footsteps 
Em's early morning chocolate and pastry worth more than gold 
Hungry, cold, tired and buzzed 
Treasure flies out of bag in slow motion
It hits dewy cobblestones of sin 
"Shit"
It's 8 ish, who knows 
We wander through narrow still dim streets 
The sudden yell makes me lose it 
Hilarious syphilis croissant and mild delirium 
I laugh and laugh 
It was still the best choc croissant after the worst coffee ever
Even with the sequence of vomit globs marking the path ahead of us
Makes us laugh even more
Mmmm Best breakfast


{first published by Sea Siren Tales ~ The Drifting Chronicles on Thursday, 17 September 2009 at 09:37}