Observations

The Asian couple
Entered their balcony
Where vines grow every spring
And the two were blinded 
By the orange rays of the sun setting
Over this dumpster of a city filled with souls
That need the rays of the orange sun setting
To blind them so they can see.

While the bohemian couple
With the lady that starts her day 
Taking a hit from a pipe
Fights often.
She opened the door leading to the balcony
That morning, popped herself out slightly,
Wearing a robe
Her breasts fully revealed
Breasts worthy of showing
When a middle-aged woman
Has never breastfed. 

The other night
The big bulky black man 
Was standing grinding against
His girlfriend’s alabaster marvelous 
Thick thighs
The blinds only halfway down
She put a pink thong on when they were done
And skipped like a child through the hallway.

But I am glad the man and woman
On the top floor
Have left the building.
They would throw their cigarette butts
Down on the street. 
I did find that revolting. 

And so time trots on 
From morning to sunset to night.
And lives revolve
Each one a temporary
Impression of innocence lost
That isn’t the voyeur’s fault.