Basketball

I'm barefoot, bristling

Solitude

On my rooftop, solid

So like this come of stars

Staring at me

Who's out there?

I can see the girl

Across the way

She can't see me

And I touch myself

With just a little bit of confusion

But I'm all alone

And that's all that matters

It's the chance

I'm taking

It's the danger I like

Within this

Euphoric kind of feeling

It's just a sex high

There ain't no waterfalls

There ain't no grassy grass here

Just a casual nod

And basketball

I don't mind

Cause I'm still alive

All thoughts and feelings

Under my ceiling

This city

Hangs a sensual tension

This city

Screams for more affection

Hitting it from all directions

Just a kid

With the past of a grown man

Sold my sex

In public places

To junked out fags

With yellow eyes

Running

For their Times Square lives

Hit the river, swim in shit

But never

Tried to open my eyes

In the dark

I see dead young faces

Fix me up

And keep your Zen