Up on Roofs

Originally published by me here


Up on roofs
the city lights
break up the night
skyscrapers piercing the moon
bathing us tonight

Up on roofs
towers blinking
kids spray stinking
paint across concrete walls
young artists sneaking


Up on roofs
wine filled cups
and cigarette butts
emit nicotine clouds
and solace to us

Up on roofs
moonlight ascends
and dawn pretends,
with pinkish purple light,
to send us to bed.





copyright 2011 Justin W Price

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