incognito

d winds nip smoke off my face
burnin' my tongue, lightin a parched throat
n i wonder...
how do i tell u
i crave a cold mattress
on d floor by d wall

my skin sings n i cry
empty streets, survey one-eyed lamps
at tree corners in d dark;
i crave this emptiness
while u deny wat i kno

in my red red bones.