With smoke
Thick in the room
And a cat
Perched on each shoulder
I crack a curtain
To watch
What my pets assume
And I believe
Is all that really exists
What we can’t see
Is just another
Tweaker’s imagination
Up and down my street
Always on cue
Adrenalin junkies and skateboards
Pigs and mountain bikes
Raccoons and army jackets
A fantastical freak parade
While across the road
Through slightly parted blinds
I catch
The eyes of a stranger
Watching me
Absorb and dismiss
All this madness
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