The Birds and The Bees

Cast of the grit and grind, find the wilds find the time,

A taste of apathetic air,

A city escape, a hard fought break,

A cheap bed with intoxicating views,

As empty as the street I had you throw yourself at me,

And hit me hard enough to feel alive,

I didn’t want to see beyond the birds and the bees,

And their existential struggle to survive,

Stare down the fourth wall, opaque and tall,

Willing the concrete to crack,

Running to engage this dystopian malaise,

Won’t you meet me in that wild place again,

As empty as the street I had you throw yourself at me,

And hit me hard enough to feel alive,

I didn’t want to see beyond the birds and the bees,

And their existential struggle to survive,